New Thing Number Twenty-Three

I used a sewing machine for the first time in ten years.

I took a sewing class in school and butchered the projects so badly that I assured myself that I would never use a sewing machine again.

Then my step mum handed me a shirt and asked me to sew a few things to it because she didn't have time to do it herself. 

Uhhh.....

I am very grateful that she didn't care how the shirt looked. Otherwise we would have had a problem. During the hour-long endeavor, I broke only one needle and sewed every line crooked (at least I was consistent), and I was pretty proud of myself. I remembered how to thread the machine, put in the bobbin, use the reverse button, and that the pedal means go.

Way to go, me.