For the past four weeks, and for the next four weeks I spend three hours of my evening in a classroom behind this machine.
For my birthday my ever great partner signed me up for a sewing class at the Visual Arts Center in the city.
I remember that I started drawing clothing designs when I was in the fourth grade. I almost studied fashion design in college randomly enough. Taking this course has been wonderful, and really hard. I spend those three hours in intense concentration over what the teacher is trying to show the class.
I have been realizing more and more lately that the things in life that I am interested in will not always come easy to me. No, some things will require hours and hours of work just to learn the basics.
I guess I should have come to that conclusion earlier about life in general. After all I am 27, and still studying the basics.