For far too long, I’ve kept back and held a dirty secret. Something that only my closest friends and my family knew. Something that would ruin me if it were known to the public.
But I can’t keep my love secret anymore. I can’t pretend not to care about it the way I do, even if society does frown upon it. I don’t care about the stigma anymore… I have to be true to myself. So, I have to confess…
I like sewing. Like it a lot, actually. Anything from repairing the seams and pockets in clothes to making bags, pouches, and equipment… even clothes. (There’s no custom fit like something that was patterned off of you.)
I’ve even quilted. (Before you laugh, my father and grandfather quilted, too.) I debate taking up knitting– it’d be a little to John Spartan of me.
