Learning to sew: Thank God for Harold Arlen March 23, 2009 18:53

A friend called. A friend who is a designer. A friend who sews. A friend who lives far away. Too far away to drop in and help me learn to sew. Scaredy cat that I am.

Anyway. This friend  . . . this friend . . . asked me: Have you finished your pajama pants? No. I said. I tried to keep the edge out of my voice. Really. I did. I succeeded. I think.

Then the conversation got worse. This friend . . . this friend . . . who lives too far away to help me learn to sew asked: Have you finished your bathroom curtains? Well. Again, I tried to keep the edge out of my voice. It was difficult. Very. But I do have good manners. I do. And it's a good thing, because I haven't finished my bathroom curtains. I haven't. In fact, I haven't sewn a stitch. I've pinned. I've folded. Or so I recall. It's been so long. Maybe it's a false memory. A memory I wish to be true. Maybe. Anyway. It's been so long . . . so very long . . . that I don't even remember where I've stored them. Drat.

But. Back to the conversation, the inquisition: Again. Again. I had to say no. No! No! No! No. 

So there. There.

Anyway. This time the dream's on me. As Mr. Arlen said.