The Beggining (Chevi)

I have been waiting for today with more excitement that I thought I would. I am finally starting my sewing lessons! It will be such a fun thing to do, and such a nice surprise once I learn it well...

I make it to the meeting place just in time; my cheeks are probably flushed from hurrying, but I can't really do anything about that now, I have always been prone to blushing. I am carrying a bundle of things I scavenged for my lessons, fabric, thread, and whatever else I found that seemed useful. They don't all match in color, but no matter, this is just for practice anyway (and most of my own stuff doesn't match in color either).

Bobby arrives just as I do, and I wave at him with my free hand and a smile. I am still a little worried he'll cancel in the last moment. He probably has better things to do.

"Hello! I hope I am not late... I'm ready if you are!"

"You're fine! Don't worry about it. I nearly was late myself... My house isn't to far from here. The walk shouldn't take too long."

Oh, whew. Good. We are good. I smile at him as he looks over the bundle of supplies in my arms, and try to keep the whole thing under control. It would be a pain to have to pick it all up from the ground if I dropped it, and in addition, I don't want someone I know, and especially someone who knows my Mom, to see me carrying all this. They might tell, and then then surprise is ruined. I follow Bobby, keeping pace with him, happy that we will be practicing out of sight.

"Oh, I don't mind walking..."

We make it to the house and he lets me in. I can't help but look around. I have always been curious about houses other people lived in. Mom did not let me go to a lot of sleepovers, so I have only visited houses when my brothers took me to their friends'

""I'm sorry for the mess. You can put your shoes wherever you want, or you can keep them on. It doesn't really matter. We'll be working at the counter. I realized we never set a specific time for how long the lesson would be. Is an hour good?"

I nod as I kick my shoes off, and follow him to the counter. I look around for a place to put all my stuff, and once my hands are free, I start sotring through it, putting scraps of fabric to one side, and threads, buttons, and other bits to the other. I am hoping he'll tell me what I need to use, and which one will be useful, because I am not sure ifI selected them correctly...

"An hour is good! I have to be home before Dad gets home anyway... And we are just getting started, right? I have worked with yarn before, but I'll have to learnt he basics for sewing first... "

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"How much do you already now about sewing?"

Well... that is a hard question. One cannot know what she doesn't know until she knows it, right? I mean, my mother sews a lot and I have seen her do it, but she mostly fixes things that are already there, instead of making clothes from scratch. I feel myself blush a little as I ponder how to answer the question, and I look at the scraps for inspiration. I know how to thread a needle... good job, Bea, everyone knows that. But it is a step, right? I glance in Bobby's direction, deciding to own up to all that I know. That is how people learn, right? Honesty is the best policy. 

"I... can thread a needle?... And I can stitch two things together, but it's not pretty or anything. It's just enough to fix a tear in a shirt or something like that. Oh! And I can sew on buttons."

My brothers are always losing their buttons.