Over the weekend I decided I needed a new curtain to separate my living room from my dining room. Instead of buying a curtain, I figured it would be just as easy to sew one. The problem is that I haven't sewn anything in over seven years. For some reason I felt very domestic this particular weekend and with much hesitation, I opened my closet and pulled out an old sewing machine. I sat down, cut the fabric to length, ironed it for the perfect creases and got ready to sew. It turns out the sewing machine did not work and I disassembled it and reassembled it, resulting in my ability to sew and complete the project. These were all such very mundane tasks, but I was surprised at how meditative they were. I was in no rush or urgent need to get them done, so I could take my time and be careful. Ironing re-connected me to my youth where I would iron all of my school uniforms and could remember how happy I used to be to see my classmates when I arrived to school. There is a smell that
These are the meandering thoughts of a smart and competent woman.