Class time

It was time to take a sewing class. Before the class, I couldn't figure out how to operate my sewing machine, even with the aid of its manual, my husband, and YouTube. But after one class, I could do this:

Tote bag I'm really proud of made of unnamed fabric from the sewing store.

And when I got home, I could make my sewing machine hum. Too bad I still didn't understand enough about seam allowances. I made the perfect iPad case. My iPad didn't fit in it. But I could sew, baby. I could sew.