I come from a family who sewed all the time. I married into a family that sews all the time. But I am a sewing dud.
I have a lovely, fancy sewing machine. I asked my husband for it for Christmas several years ago.
It has been sitting in its box in the spare bedroom for several years. Only used maybe twice.
Today I broke it out again...for a purpose that I can't reveal at this point in time because it might spill beans or let cats out of bags that ought not be spilled or let loose.
At any rate. It is always interesting to do something new and unusual with a four year old around.
She is always so very helpful.
While I am reading the instructions and trying to figure out how to load the thread and all, she keeps wanting to look at the instruction manual.
"I want to look at the pictures."
"Ellen, why do you need to look at the pictures?"
"So I can tell you how to do that."
In a few minutes, after I have figured out how to get the thread where it's supposed to be, and am trying to get the material where IT belongs Ellen peers over my shoulder and comments;
"That's not the way Auntie does it."
I really do dream someday of being able to sew neat thinggummybobs and make my own curtains and napkins and potholders and other crafty things to give as gifts. But I am waiting until someone is in school. I have enough trouble attempting new things without a running commentary going on.