One day, when I was about 14 years old, I came home from . . . somewhere, walked into my room, and found a brand, spanking new sewing machine sitting on my desk. I could hardly believe my eyes! It wasn’t my birthday. It wasn’t Christmas. And believe me, my family wasn’t rich! Stuff like this didn’t happen!
I don’t know what possessed my parents to bestow on me this unexpected surprise gift, but I certainly didn’t ask questions! My Grandma had been giving me sewing lessons, so maybe my parents wanted to encourage me. I continued my lessons with Grandma, but later on, I took a sewing class in high school. That way, I could learn even more, since I had my own sewing machine and all. Today, almost 49 years later, I still have my sewing knowledge and skills, and I still have that very same sewing machine. In fact, I still use it.
Last year, my light jacket, which I had bought at a thrift shop, finally wore out. For the last several weeks of the season, I wore a jacket that was gifted to Dan. Except it didn’t really fit Dan. It didn’t really fit me either, but it was close enough to finish out the season.
This year, I decided to make that jacket my own, you know, since Dan’s arms weren’t going to get any shorter. The jacket wasn’t a hoodie which is good because I don’t like the weight of a hoodie. The light grey color was fine. The jacket even had a Michigan logo on it, so it gets extra points for that. It was very comfy and roomy; no surprise, given that it was meant for Dan. The only issue was the sleeves. While the sleeves were too short for Dan’s arms, they were too long for mine. Now that’s a problem I can solve. All I needed to do was watch a Youtube video and pull out my old Penncrest.
Here’s the pictorial story:
I’m all ready for cooler weather! Let’s go camping!