For Christmas, a thoughtful, generous friend gave me some of the most beautiful tomato-y red silk yardage, along with matching tomato-y thread, and then sweet little buttons and buckles and such in case the spirit moved.
She knew I wanted to try my hand at sewing with silk - just something simple. But I had been too gun-shy to order some or go to the shop and just pick some up and give it a whirl. I don't know why - just one of those dum dum, self-defeating, frozen-by-intimidation things. And so, in a show of true thoughtfulness, she went ahead and bundled up everything for me.
"This way," she said "if it's a total bust, the supplies were a gift and you don't have to be mad at yourself for wasting the fancy fabric."
This bundle of fabric and notions and love made me certain that thoughtfully chosen supplies, especially supplies that a sewer/baker/candlestick-maker might not buy for themselves, are one of the nicest gifts.
And I am going to make myself cut into that pretty red silk some day soon.
Mark my words!
