I am not a seamstress.
I do not pretend to be one.
I own a sewing machine, but we haven’t spent a lot of time together.
Still, when I saw that there was an opportunity to take a doll-making class, for the benefit of my child, I signed myself up.
It is good to do things that are difficult. It is good to be pushed out of your comfort zone. It is good to get to a point of frustration, and then work past it. It is good to complete a task that you started, even if it takes longer than originally expected.
I can say these things because my two dolls are finished.
What started out (in May, mind you) as only bags of wool and millet and pieces of fabric were transformed by my hands (and sewing machine) into sleeping baby dolls. Not without a lot of input and assistance from the expert doll-makers leading the workshop. Not without a lot of encouragement and support from the other folks attending the workshop and making their own dolls. But still. I did it. I made these lovely keepsakes, these natural toys, these one-of-a-kind treasures.
And Liam loves his.
I feel good.
I feel empowered.
Which maybe sounds silly, even to my own ears. But, it’s true.