I am sore today. It’s pathetic really. I haven’t done enough to be sore, which probably means I need to move around more.
I worked on my woodwork again today. I do enjoy working together with Patience and Noah on my little projects. We talk and sing and share ideas. I teach them tips about cutting and sanding and painting. They may not be convinced that they will use these skills, but I know it will come in handy for them someday.
Like when I was 8 and my grandmother put me in front of her sewing machine and showed me how to use it. Thirteen years went by before I sat in front of another sewing machine, but it all came back to me. I really wish I could show you the matching shorts I made for James and I when we were first married.
I found some Hawaiian style fabric and bought a pattern. “I can sew,” I said to James, “my grandmother taught me.”
It wasn’t pretty. We never wore the shorts and I didn’t sew again for years.
I finally figured it out by watching PBS + trial and error. Once I got the hang of it, I took off. I made all of the girls’ clothes when they were little. I’ve sewn pretty much every home decor item we’ve ever had.
I’m not the best at it, but I’m good enough. Just like my woodwork. It’s good enough and I’m happy with it. Believe it or not, I am not a perfectionist. I am just a detail person.
And it is the details that wore me out today. “Let’s sand this one more time so it looks really good on the back as well as the front,” I’d say to Noah as he handed me a piece that he thought was finished.
I want them to remember the little things. Like I remember my one and only sewing lesson by my grandmother.
Do you have a skill that someone taught you when you were little?
Do you teach your skills to your kids?
Do you get really sore when you work all day on Sunday and wish you had an extra day off?