Sewing?

I tripped down a rabbit hole of sorts today.  Right into Craft Wonderland.

My Pullip doll came in the mail yesterday.  She's perfect and I love her.  I want to make her lots of clothing.  That was one of the drives behind the purchase/adoption.  She appealed to my inner-knitter, my inner-photographer, and my inner-child.

However.

And I say this with a little shame, one's wardrobe cannot exist solely of knitwear.  Sewn garments must have their place.

My sewing machine scares me.

That's right, I said it!  That piece of deviled machinery has a mean streak!  Its kind is solely responsible for womens' lib!  It wasn't WWII that got us out of the home, we were chased out by Singer sewing machines.

I know this is silly.  I know I have some things to come to terms with.  I paid good money for my sewing machine. 

I must learn to sew.

Luckily, there seems to be a group of people just like me.  Seriously.  There is a blog: Sew? I knit! Splendid, isn't it?  The first project is to make a skirt. Unfortunately, the deadline was yesterday.  I'm going to try to get in anyway.  If they don't let me in, I'll just have to trail like Golum, sneaking behind the hobbits into Mordor.  I bought a pattern and a nice, light corduroy.  I have all the notions, and I'm ready to go.  I have encouraging words of support and sensei to fall back upon if need be.  What more could I ask for?  I even got nifty fabric scissors... ON SALE!

The girl at Jo Ann's was great.  I came up to her and said "this is my first time sewing from a pattern, and I want to make this with this."  That was all I had to say. 

So I feel comfortable to start.  I feel like I am beginning this journey with training wheels, in a nurturing environment.

But I feel like I should have blue chalk.  I distinctly remember blue chalk from home ec.  Weird.  I'm going to go lay everything out and try to tame my sewing machine.