For our anniversary Mister got me a sewing machine. I have wanted one for a while. Visions of dainty aprons, gingham hand towels, and perfect A-line skirts danced in my head. 

Well, our anniversary was in July annnnnd it's November. 


Today was the day, though. I planned on hemming up a maxi dress I had gotten since it is the perfect accessory for a baby bump. However, seeing as I am only 5' 1" tall, maxi dresses are not the ideal dress for my height, thus the need to hem it up. 

I sat down at the kitchen table with the Singer at 6:30. I read the manual and at 7:30 I swallowed hard and began my first sewing misadventure. 

I followed the diagrams step by step, threading the bobbing, then the top thread... I had everything set and put the dress in place. 

Five seconds later I had my first tangle. 

About a minute after that I had my second one.

This was going to be FUN!

FUN! *insert gritted teeth and furrowed brow here*

Thirty minutes later I had a hemmed up dress. A hopelessly crooked hem, but a hem all the same. No one's going to be down on the floor looking at the bottom of my dress. At least, they better not 'cause I'll be tempted to kick 'em in the face. 

*Sigh* I just had to share this snippet from my day to spread some giggles. It was quite laughable and Mister was growing quite concerned with the amount of grunting and growling I was doing. I think of my Granny and how easy she makes sewing look and am more determined than ever to learn. That little hem kicked my rear-end. Thankfully, I am as stubborn as a mule and when something beats me, it makes me mad. A good kind of mad. The kind that makes you want to do your very best, study, learn, and try again. Now, I just need to figure out how to make it happen because, well, I need those aprons, towels, and skirts I mentioned earlier.