except for pieces of it. I like doing free motion quilting or embroidery. I like making bits and pieces, especially when they come out well, like a good button hole or some very nice pleats. When I sewed a lot the first time in the mid 80's till the early 90's it was mostly for my kids. I liked how quickly their little outfits could come out. I loved how it made me feel like I was honoring my mother's memory, she sewed for all of us and died when my eldest was an infant. Even though it was kind of a grudging hobby, often frustrating and full of feelings of obligation, I threw myself into it the way I do with most interests. I checked out every library book, watched any programing I could (Sewing with Nancy was pretty much it) and bought more than a few books and magazines. I practiced and practiced techniques. I bought every gizmo I could, sometimes waiting years but buying what I could.
This time I was motivated by stuff I started seeing on the internet. There were some fabulous bloggers out there and in particular I was mind blown by the ones sewing for kids, often self drafting patterns. Wow! Next came quilts, especially loving the modern trends. I also love the fashion bloggers although I've only managed to sew myself a first time run for jeans, shorts length because it was just to be a wearable muslin. I never got up to making the serious pair, though the fit of those short ones is kind of fabulous if I say so myself. Well, I will, those jeans fit and look great. Anyway, I can sew, I have a wealth of knowledge, I have the equipment and a pretty good fabric stash too. I suspect I still don't really enjoy it. I hate how long it takes and how much mess it generates when I have a project in motion. And I HATE cutting!
However, I really really love how thinking about sewing, reading about it, and occasionally doing it distracts me from bad stuff in my life and the world. And I love it when I actually complete a project, especially one I'm proud of. Mostly if I finish one, I'm proud of it. I get the additional kick now of using machines I either restored or at least oiled and cajoled back to life. Old honorable work horses that had previous lives in homes where they were probably needed and relied on more than in mine.