Confession: I'm scared of my sewing machine.
Well, I don't think my sewing machine is going to eat me, but I am kind of afraid to use it. You see, it's old. And rather awesome to look at. And I'm kind of worried I'll break it.
I admit that it's probably an irrational fear. I have used a sewing machine before. I've got the owners manual for this one. And my mom sews or quilts every day, so it's one of those things I've probably learned by osmosis.
And yet this lovely machine sits in its portable case day after day.
But there's hope. On a trip to Durham last month I bought a vintage pattern for a skirt that I'd rather like to wear. Maybe it's finally time to get over it and put this old girl to use.