Monday, Monday...

Saw some great bands play on Friday night. 50-something punk rockers, busty back-up singers and no air conditioning. A longtime buddy, Travis, was touring with the band Radio Birdman. It's always great to see him and to catch-up and share a laugh.

I attended a Basic Sewing class at Harper's on Sunday and apparently their definition of "basic" is not exactly the same as mine. I was expecting it to go something like this...."Okay, this is a sewing machine...this is a needle....this is thread......etc." Instead I got a crash course on how to sew in a zipper! I had to have the teacher thread my machine, which of course was at a pace my eyes couldn't keep up with and at one time she even said to me, "Wow, you threaded your bobbin thread through the needle, very ambitious, wrong, but ambitious." The other ladies in the class all chuckled and I thought, "Hey! They're laughing at my expense and I don't even know why?!!" I did walk away with a renewed respect for the sewing machine my parents got me for my birthday and I am anxiously awaiting a weekend with my Mom, who will teach me how to sew without laughing at me....at least not to my face.

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Anonymous said…
I'm sorry your sewing class was a bust. Heck, I'm not sure I even know what a bobbin is, so you're already ahead of me in the sewing department (which isn't saying much I guess)! ~Laura
9:15 AM
Heather, Neilson, Grace & Creighton said…
catie i'm impressed! you're so crafty i know you'll get it in no time!
11:43 PM
Laresa said…
So I guess the next class you need to enroll in is that tap class we're going to take together, huh?
11:27 PM
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