What in the world is Wannabe Clutter?
I want to be the kind of woman who hems too long curtains and pants. Since I am only 5’2 and our cats shed on everything they can reach, this desire is not as romantically domestic as it may sound. This is about being functional, too. I want to make pillows that match the new couch I hope to get someday. I want to make gifts with nothing but a trip to the fabric store and the sweat of my brow. Okay, that was a little dramatic but you get what I’m trying to tell you. I want to be the kind of woman who sews.
I always wanted to be this kind of woman. I even paid $172.50 for a sewing machine on December 17, 1996. I can tell you that because I am actually the kind of woman who tapes her receipts inside the owner’s manual and then files them in an expandable file folder in the filing cabinet. Don’t laugh, we all have our issues. Okay, go ahead and laugh. You and I both know that getting you to laugh about my clutter is one of the most effective means by which I taunt you into considering your own relationship with stuff.
A few months into sewing machine ownership, I made a single, square curtain to hide an ugly cabinet under the sink in a half bath. I was filled to capacity with my first child and in hindsight, I credit some sort of nesting instinct for the incident. It was the most crooked little curtain I’d ever seen but I made it and I was excited about it. Mostly, I was excited about not seeing the cabinet but whatever.
I have no recollection of sewing anything else with that machine. Nothing. Not one other item or repair did I produce with that machine. Oh, and that baby I was brewing the last time I used it is now counting down the days until he can drive a car. I wish I was kidding. I am decidedly not, by any visible measure, the kind of woman who hems too long curtains and pants.
My sewing machine is clutter.
It’s not junk. It’s a fine little machine. It will do whatever I might need it to do… except turn me into the kind of woman who hems curtains and pants.
And it’s not that I’m not capable of being that woman. For the most part, I’ve been able to do whatever I wanted to do. It’s a matter of choosing to invest the resources to make it so. I haven’t done it and since that machine sits there in the closet, do you know what other clutter I just realized I have? I have a stack of pants that belong to my wife and me, probably seven pair in all, that cannot be worn because they are too long.
I haven’t hemmed them because I can’t. I don’t know how. But, I also haven’t taken them to be hemmed because I had that damn sewing machine tucked away in the back corner of the closet. If I didn’t have the machine (because I want to be that woman who…), then those pants would have long ago been taken down the street to the nice lady who will make them not clutter (meaning we can use them) for a few dollars each.
Seriously. What the heck?
So today, I’m fixing this. I’m releasing my sewing machine, and my want to be the kind of woman who sews. If I can do it with a needle and thread, then I will. If not, I will either pass on the project or pants, or I will pay a woman who sews to sew it for me. And if someday in the future the want to be the kind of woman who sews flairs up again, I choose to trust that the universe will provide for me another fine, fine machine.
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