I don’t sew.
This reminds me of the time we took the kids (and us) to get new ice skates. We went to Listowel, Ontario to the place with the widest selection and best selection, or so we had been told. Steven’s sister had recently moved from Whitehorse to a country property near Fergus and we would be going ice skating — for the first time in 14 years of marriage — on her pond. The skating store in Listowel is apparently THE place to go in Southwestern/Southern Ontario for all things skating, from skates to costumes to supplies. Steve sat down to try on the best skates they had for his size — figure skates, which are a better fit apparently for huge feet like his….and they were the race-car equivalent of figure skates in terms of sleekness and agility. Steve is a big, strong 6′ 4″ farmer – and was a little bulkier at that time than he is now. He was not what you would call an obvious figure skater. Seriously. But the fit and comfort of the skates were alluring and they impressed him immensely.
As the owner laced up the black Ferrari’s onto his feet, she asked nonchalantly, “Will you be doing much jumping?”, to which he replied drily, “Only if I have to.”
Which brings me back to sewing: Only if I have to.