The Fabric That Exposed Me #291

After I enrolled in one of the fashion and tailoring schools in my city, just a few weeks into learning it. I got a sewing machine because everything that I was being taught, I was grabbing it all. The lady who sold me the machine said everything I needed was some equipment, starting from the machine.

Even though I have learned most of the basic settings from the school, again, the lady who I got the sewing machine from didn't hesitate to also show me more. Which I nodded. Even though I didn't understand some of the things she was putting me through to understand.

My first attempt was a scrap piece of fabric… it looked zigzag. My second attempt was also like that. The third day, I had sewn something that I had not imagined because I cannot explain it even though I had a perfect picture of sewing it in my head. The machine sat in one corner of my room, making me feel guilty about something I tried doing but didn't get.

The painful part was that I had told some of my friends and mates with confidence. Because I had everything figured out in my head, and I thought it was as easy as it seemed. The machine stayed unused, filled with dust, and I had no option other than to manage the crowd and disappointment I had created for myself.

One of the things that I learned from this failure, and I never expected it, was not even about me deciding to learn fashion designing. It was just the decision made and how I moved around it. In my head, I believed that I could create once I learned it for days; that was the identity in my head without even checking myself if I had the patience to actually go through what it requires.

Well, after some time, I gave the machine to my sister, who needed it, and I believe that she is enjoying it now because the price to get a new one is now triple.

Thank you for reading.

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