It’s a Process, Dummy

I used to live in San Francisco. You know what that means … access to some of the finest fibers and fiber artists in the world! (Britex, I MISS you!) I was poor but partaking at that time. Any extra $$ after rent and car payments, I poured in to my City girl life, including sewing. My fab sewing instructor at the old Sewing Workshop told me and the rest of the small class of serious over-achievers-as we were sweating & swearing our way through learning single and double welt pockets—that the JOY of sewing was in the process. Eureka! Now, mind you, my formative years were in the 80s and that makes me the epitome of instant gratification, so this was a novel idea for me. But chewing on it later after successfully completing that double welt (I wonder where that sewing journal and sample are now???), I figured out she was right. I am SOOOO a “process” person … to the point of paralysis sometimes.