In the last couple of months, I have made lists of things that I want to learn to do. I think this is in an attempt to keep myself busy. I work better and I write better when I have things to occupy my time.
Academic Reading. Academic Writing. Reading for fun. Writing for fun. Cooking. Baking.
If I had the room to build things, I would. Or if I could design furniture, or a house, I would.
I want to spend less time thinking about the dreams I've been having lately. I know that my mind is trying to wrap itself around some things that I thought I'd dealt with already. These reminders keep emerging. But things should finalize themselves in about a month and a half. They have to.
This Saturday, my parents delivered a sewing machine (attached to a desk). I expressed an interest in learning how to sew and my aunt informed my mother that I could have and old one she didn't want anymore. My mom dragged my dad to pick up the machine. (He's a great sport).
My apartment is small, and another piece of furniture wasn't exactly what I was looking for (I was going to go and buy one of those inexpensive sewing machines at Target), but I acquiesced and took the machine.
I've used it once, and now the feed at the bottom of the machine doesn't seem to want to work for me. The machine started having troubles last night. So tonight, I'll take out some time and see if I can fix it. I've decided that I'm going to learn how to make bags, aprons, wallets and a dress or two.
On Sunday, I went to a fabric store in Capitol Hill and bought some super cool fabric to make a bag. I'll publish some photos of the machine once I get it underway and working once again.
I have a longer something to write on why I could never live in Capitol Hill. Or really? Why I couldn't live in Capitol Hill right now.