Contrasting Fabric

I am in the process of teaching myself to sew.  My oldest daughter Brenda always shakes her head in disbelief whenever I produce something  (little purses for the girls).   She's never known me to sew before.  And the truth is,  I haven't very much.  I sewed a bit as a youth on my mother's sewing machine,  but never really enjoyed it or got the knack of it.  I was way too impatient.  (still am a bit).

With every project, I discover my many limitations.  The most significant one is---I cannot follow directions very well.  (nothing new there).  I cannot really read and interpret a pattern. (serious deficiency).  I don't know how to do most things at all.  All my sewing projects end up being trial and error.  Once in a while, it turns out to be mostly error.

But I am learning.  I think that is the point.  Maybe some day I'll be a master at it.  Right now, I am a novice.  I chose not to do quilting because it seemed so tedious with all those small pieces of fabric.  Or maybe it was the geometry and math that intimidated me.  I haven't found anything that is not tedious.

Am I enjoying it?  Well, it is kind of like solving a crossword puzzle.  I struggle and struggle over it,  make mistakes, figure out one thing, which leads to figuring out another.  The enjoyment comes more from solving a puzzle than from taking great pride in my product.

But for posterity,  here is a picture of my purse of contrasting fabrics.