I’m currently attempting to get a sleeve to fit perfectly into the arm hole of the shirt I am hand sewing.
I thought I pretty much had it right with the last trial of the shirt I made…but it’s not quite there.
Sometimes I have an endless ability to pursue the details…and sometimes I don't!
I’m learning a lot by making this shirt.
Yesterday I sat in a public event and hand stitched the shirt.
It was a very brave thing for me to do, even though it was a totally accepting crowd (at The Weekly Service). I knew that I wasn’t going to get hassled…but it feels so personal to let people know that I can sew like this.
Which is odd.
It’s only because I am a man that I feel this way.
The two people I struck up a conversation with (a man and a woman) were both fascinated by my sewing. Somehow a man sewing led us to a very easy and natural conversation about gender.
Something special happened. I can’t quite explain it. In a very short time we spoke, and shared, and listened, and connected and cried and hugged.
I learnt a bit more about how a woman experiences the world.
Somehow being a man who sat in public hand sewing a shirt helped that happen.
I’m pleased I took the risk.
Next adventure…sewing on public transport.