In my life there are very few instances where I set out to accomplish something that I felt was truly impossible. At the moment, only 3 of these instances come to mind:
The first occurred senior year in high school, when I very stubbornly refused a car with a manual transmission. I tried driving it once, but decided never again once I experienced the jolting and screeching of stalling out. Faced with the choice of driving stick or continuing to rely on my parents and friends for rides, I finally gave in and within days I accomplished the first thing I was ever sure I couldn’t.
Instance 2 happened when I faced Norm Garrison’s physiology class. This was one of those classes- you know what talking about. After three exams and more coffee than a human being should probably ever consume, I walked out of our final with an A-. (Insert appropriate oohs and ahhs here!)
All of this brings me to today, the day I encountered my third impossible experience. Curtains. I have looked everywhere. I’ve looked at Obscure Store X. I looked at Obscure Store Y and Z too. Did I find any curtains? Of course not! Well I did find some, *cough anthropologie-curtains-that-rival-my-first-month’s-rent cough*. Finally, I reached the point of desperation and frustration, and put one foot in front of the other into JoAnn Fabrics. From the moment I decided to go the “home made” route, through the moment I carried my beautiful new fabric into my bedroom, my plan involved my mother doing the actual sewing. This lasted until I looked into my closet, where I saw the last set of curtains my mother made for me; the ones that hung in my room for about a week. They sit in the exact same spot now as they did when I decided I could not look at them any longer (sorry Mom). Again, frustration and desperation knocked at my door. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
Four hours, three re-dos, too many finger pricks to count, and more $^%@#$ than I’d care to admit, one single curtain panel lay completed on my kitchen table. While I clearly have a lot more work ahead of me, I feel successful in that I completed at least part one of impossible task number three.
With this accomplishment I have reached a couple conclusions.
1) Sewing is difficult, but really more a pain. Either way, if your mother has ever hemmed your pants or created a Halloween costume for you, you should call her now and thank her.
2) Sewing is not a talent I will chose to pursue. Sorry soon-to-be roommate, if you are reading this…I hope you’re OK with taking the bedroom with two windows. I only have one panel left in me!
~Courtney (VP of Membership Development)