Tightening the Elastic Waistband Til It’s Curtains

I’m not afraid of much.  Shots don’t scare me.  I can get major surgery with my eyes closed.  I’m brave enough to swat and kill any spider any size anytime with my bare hands.  Yeah, I’m pretty much bad to the bone.

Except when it comes to sewing.  When it comes to sewing,  I wouldn’t even qualify as skin-deep bad, I’m just plain ol’ bad.

But I want to sew!

If I could sew, I would make beautiful items for my home.  I’d become a fashion designer and go on Project Runway.  I would have more self-esteem and confidence as a person, in general — not to mention a killer wardrobe where everything I made would make me appear 15 pounds thinner, 20 years younger and upwards of  50  I. Q. points smarter.

It’s not like I haven’t tried!

Once, when my youngest daughter was in the 3rd grade she had a friend over.  I was sewing myself a pair of pants.  I had just finished sewing in the elastic waistband and was feeling rather proud of myself when my daughter’s friend looked over from across the room and asked,

“Why are you sewing an elastic waistband in the leg of those pants?”

I quickly pulled the pants out from under the needle, held them up and sure enough the little brat was right.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not a complete idiot just an unfinished one.

I suspect my sewing problem stems from my inability to be able to tell right from left.  I can tell right from left, of course, — just not consistently.

And being able to distinguish right from left on a regular basis seems to be important in sewing.

Frankly, I don’t understand people who can tell right from left easily.  People like that have a tendency to complicate matters just to confuse you.  37, my engineer-husband takes great delight in vexing me:

Can you hand me my pocket protector? It’s in the right-hand, top-desk drawer.

No it’s not in here.

Yes it is.

No it’s not.

It’s on the RIGHT side of the desk, not the LEFT.  The RIGHT.

Well, that’s the one I’m looking in — the RIGHT and it’s NOT in here.

No, you don’t understand.  It’s on MY right, which is YOUR left.

Or  let’s say 37  is giving me directions over the phone:

What side of the street is their house on?

Well that depends.  Are you going east or west?

East or west?  How would I know? Just tell me what side of the street it’s on!

It’s on the RIGHT side of the street.

Ok, great, thanks.

If . . . .

If what?

If you’re heading east, that is.

I don’t know what direction I’m heading.

Well that’s easy to tell.  If your going East, the shopping center will be on your left.

It’s not on my left.

Not YOUR left MY left.

It’s times like this when I want to get out my sewing machine and sew an elastic waistband into 37’s shirt collar.  Then slowly tighten it to MY left HIS right MY East and HIS West.

You’ll have to excuse me now, I have some sewing to do.

Until next time . . . I love you

8 thoughts on “Tightening the Elastic Waistband Til It’s Curtains

  1. This blog post today reminds me to always Turn right here left! I think I inherited your sense of direction and sewing skills!

  2. Sew funny! I totally wanted to.be able to.sew too. I planned on making my youngest daughter 15 sundresses…same pattern different colors..and I did make my 11 yo a wicked cool ghost costume when he was two. Found my niche in quilting. Which Added a whole nother set of directions. ..front and back. Not as easy as one might think so.im feeling you.on the whole left right thing. You can really kill a spider with your bare hand? I am impressed!! I cant even do it with a shoe. I get skird….. Does it make a difference if you use the left or right hand? Just curious…..
    have a great day!
    🙂 peace

  3. Ha Ha! I usually use my right hand to kill spiders . . . I think. well, MY right, YOUR left . . .
    I started a quilt one time. It was a really easy one and I really had fun sewing it. But I can’t remember what happened. I know I never finiished it . . . oh I think my machine broke in the middle of it and by the time I got a new one, I had gotten completely out of the mood. I must take after my mom. She started knitting a sweater in 1965 and when she got it out again to finish it in the 70’s, she had forgotten how to knit! 🙂

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