When I first learned to sew I told my mom they should call it cutting and ironing... not sewing.
I did not love the process.
Over the years I have gradully learned to appreciate the pre-washing, ironing, measuring, cutting out, pinning... the whole process of getting things ready to sew.
My focus has shifted.
In youth it was about the final product. And I still love that part.
But as I age it is the journey of creating that end result... the richness found in the process.
Even when it means taking a step back. Undoing my way to the product. Only to stitch it up again better, stronger, lasting.
Life lessons with needle and thread... and iron and scissors and pins, and even the stitch ripper.