I used to love Mariah Carey. The Musicbox, Dreamlover, Hero days. I would sit in my room trying to emulate those high pitched notes or screams, which would result in my father bounding down the hallway, swinging open my door with a little more strength then the door deserved, and issuing a look towards me that a child knows all too well - a.k.a.  shut the fuck up.


Looking back on my youth, I don’t regret my love for Mariah Carey or my screeching reproductions of her hits but I do regret that I didn’t learn how to sew. I should have just paid attention in Home Economics instead of making my boxer shorts sans leg holes. Here I am in my late twenties, I am a lady, I think and I don’t know how to sew. I don’t know how to cook either but there is nothing I regret about that.

There is something nice about knowing that you can create something. I have always felt an urge to make garments. I’ve ripped, tied, hand-sewn, even stapled throughout my life.

Last week I took a sewing lesson at Hands-ON 3rd with Jessica. Hands-ON 3rd is a cute little workshop. They offer different classes - sewing classes, knitting classes, classes for kids and adults. Under the supervision of Jessica and her little puppy, Bella - I made a tote with some hideous fabric that is so ugly I think it almost looks good. Thick handles, lining and two hours of work I walked away feeling somewhat accomplished. www.handson3rd.com


Stay tuned for the next project.