Sewing is a lost art that I never learned.
Despite the enthusiastic efforts of my 9th grade textile teacher in high school, I haven't quite mastered the needle and thread and I've long forgotten everything I learned.
And now I'm being mocked by the same needle as I try to mass-produce homemade face masks for a family of five before they become mandatory in our forest neck in just a few days.
Of course everyone has an opinion.
Madison rightly points out that I managed to sew one of the sides the wrong way round.
Karen shows me several YouTube videos of master craftsmen who only manage to confuse me more and damage my fluctuating self-esteem.
The boys mock the expression on my face as I fumble around and try to thread the needle.
It's a face mask, how hard can it be?
"If it's that easy, try it!"
Sorry, I'm just frustrated.
I wish I had learned sewing, but before that there was never a need. I'm not even sure how we managed to have a sewing box in the house.
And so I try and I fail, and I try again and I fail again.
But I'm also gradually learning and getting a little better with every attempt.
And I remember that we can really continue to learn new skills if we really need it and really want it.
And now I have some weird-looking face masks and an important life lesson.
Stay safe and keep learning!
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