I can’t sew. Note even buttons. My mother could sew, and my cousin can sew. My aunt, my cousin’s mouther couldn’t do much of anything…at all.
I often think my cousin should have been my mother’s kid, but alas, gentle readers, you all know we get what we get and there are no refunds, or exchanges. I would have been okay with giving my mom my cousin as a daughter, but none of us thought of it at the time.
My cousin looks exactly like her mother and I look like mine but who cares, right?
I tried to sew, for about fifteen minutes, but after that, I lost focus and everything took too long. So, I wandered away. Besides, I ended up getting knots in the thread, and wasn’t interested in untangling them, or cutting things and starting over.
Basically, I have no patience at all. I couldn’t even use oil paints, because they took too long to dry, that’s why I love acrylics and watercolor.
So, I left needle things to those two, although I do knit, using big needles, really big needles, if possible. I also don’t follow patterns, so imagine what you will. But I digress.
Here’s my point, and yes, there is a point, gentle readers. Because it’s kind of obvious, and yet, not as obvious as you’d think, I’m going to emphasis the point by using all CAPS!
EVERY ART FORM
THEY COULD DO
AND WHEN ONE FORM
IS HOW WE
INSIDE OF US
ALWAYS FINDS A WAY
TO GET OUT