I have talked about learning to sew for several years and I kept putting it off. It would be an investment in time, money, and I would have to find yet another space for another craft. Our CA bungalow only stretches so far! I had some very good excuses.
My friend Bettes came through Berkeley not too long ago and stopped for a day to visit, a total delight. She wanted to make a pilgrimage to the local fabric store and I went with her. I dunno, I was there, I wanted to do it, I finally signed up for classes.
After starting the first project, thinking that this vest was going to cost in the neighborhood of way too much, I began to have second thoughts. I am too old to learn a new craft. It takes a good ten years to become proficient, blah blah, blah.
Then I came across this article in the New York Times Magazine. Scroll down and you see a picture of an elderly woman intent on a canvas. Hmmmm, she started selling her paintings at the age of 89. But I read too fast and thought she started painting at the age of 89. No matter. She started something. If she could start at 89, well, surely I can start at 70. It was inspiring.
First vest is almost done. I even think it will fit.