I see now why I have waited so long to sew and create. It takes time, patience and resilience. Trouble shooting the machine with its various tensions and reading the history of fashion in never ending books. I am not a basket ball player, but I can imagine at some point making the same shot over and over again could be a bore.
Although how in the world can you get good at anything if you are not willing? People are not born masters, even a genius must read. My eyes become heavy and I am a bit tired. Its like writing a dissertation. You fill yourself with so much until you can leap and land on ice as sand.
Skating figure eights and swinging from trapezes. Writing, drawing and now sewing up the story. It is a tapestry of pieces we puzzle with ease. Turn up the music and unpick that seam it is all wrong. Do not huff or puff because you are building a house of dreams.