Thursday, April 21, 2011

Christmas Kidney Beans

The other day a friend of mine was asking me if I had read any good books lately. I told her of a few I had been reading to which she responded "You know, I wish I enjoyed reading like you do. I have the desire, but I just can't get into it. Do you know what I'm saying?" I laughed and said "I know exactly what your saying. I would love to sew, but that's probably never going to happen."

I should tell you that I made an awful attempt a couple years ago. I was pregnant with my second child and knowing it was going to be a girl, I thought it would be so great to be crafty. I wanted to pass that skill onto her. It was Christmas time which made me think of my Christmas stocking growing up. My mother had bought simple stockings for us and sewed all of our names into them.

Wouldn't it be great, though, if I made the stockings myself? I looked up a pattern, bought the materials and got to work. The whole time I thought of my eighth grade sewing teacher. She would often tell me I was beyond help, and she would grade all my assignments quite low, and she generally made me feel like I would never sew again if she had a say in it.

"This would show her!" My mind raved. "I would make these stocking and proudly display them in my home!" Then everyone would come and say, "Where on earth did you get those adorable stockings?!" to which I would smugly reply, "I made them myself." Then that person would ohh and ahh and ask for the pattern.

Well, I took the time and finally finished! And ... they came out looking more like kidney beans then stockings.

This taught me a lesson though. Even though I had already suspected I was terrible sower, I was glad I tried. It made me realize that my talents lay elsewhere.

It helped me to take a step back, look at my life, and say, what else haven't I tried? Which eventually lead to me writing this book.

Writing suits my life so well, because I constantly have crazy stories going through my head. Although I would say my first attempts at novels were coming out more like kidney beans, I felt there was still hope. I got to about 20,000 words in ten other novels that I started but didn't get any further on.

I didn't give up, though, and that's the key. I found an idea that suited my writing style and matched what I enjoyed reading. So maybe sometime in the distant future I will try sowing again. Maybe I will make something I can proudly put my name to. For now, though, I think I'll stick to writing.


Sarah said...

Lol, if you're ever up to learning to sew again, we should get together. I'm pretty good. It'd be fun, and I'd love to help you.

Meredith said...

haha! i make up scenarios like that all.the.time. no joke. we're basically twins;)

Tori said...

Ah, I love the crazy stories that float through my head all day! A kindred spirit :) And I also sucked at sewing class. Signed up for typing and they stuck me in sewing my freshman year in high school. For extra credit we could wear the shirts we made. Mine stayed well hidden under several other layers until I got to sewing class. This was also the only class I ever got in trouble for swearing, since I didn't know the teacher was hunched over another machine two tables down . . . ooops!

J. A. Bennett said...

Sarah, I dearly need help and I've seen your work so yes, if I go down that road I will give you a call.

Meredith and Tori - isn't that one of the greatest things about blogging? You can find people who are just as crazy as you are!

Aakriti said...

Hey Jen...lovely post.. Well I had a smile on my face, coz of the same reason what ur friend said to u..I'm more of a writer than a reader. I can read blog posts, poetry, but somehow no matter how hard I try I find it difficult to settle for a book and sit and read..:| And whenever I visit beautiful bookstores..I only wish if I could be a book lover..but as one of my teachers said.."Those who cannot read, write, and of course there need to be people who read, so that their( writers)stuff can be read"...and this makes me feel happy..I'm a voracious writer..and u knw what if we try and are unable to get our hands on things...there is no harm done, for it leaves us with a satisfied smile and grin to cherish our first attempt;)

Life In A Pink Fibro said...

LOL. Love the kidney bean analogy. Fortunately for me, my sister made Santa stockings for the entire clan - nine Santa sacks and counting.

Thanks for Rewinding at the Fibro.