Ready, set, sew!

Last night my husband pulled out several pairs of pants he had been avoiding wearing because of huge rips on them. He asked me if I could sew them up for him. Now, I know my way around a needle and thread. Mama didn't raise no fool. But now, suddenly, in the midst of being asked to do it, a sense of fear washed over me. Could I REALLY do it now... when it actually mattered?

After countless hours of sewing, tearing apart, and re-sewing, and 2 episodes of American Idol, I had finished! Now stood the true test; I asked Tim to put them on. Once he did, a sense of true accomplishment filled me and I felt, like a grown-up. Sure, maybe other housewives are all cookie cutter, Martha Stewart types. But I am nowhere near that, and though this may have seemed like a menial thing for most, to me... it was a triumph!





One small step for Mom, one giant step for Mom-kind!