I'm in Lincraft. I'm standing with my homework notes in hand (yes, even sewing class has homework) and for some reason I just don't fit in. Its a shop and I'm definitely very comfortable with shopping. I'm wearing a cute little ensemble with my new Sportgirl ballet flats and on sale Diva earrings so it's not my outfit. So why is it when I'm Lincraft I feel like I'm in a room full of Rocket Scientists holding my school science project?
Is it the group sitting around flicking through hundreds of patterns? Or the lady walking around casting an expert eye over rolls of fabric? Or even the nanna's picking out their rolls of knitting wool and loading up their baskets?
I have my piece of paper scribbled with exactly what I'm supposed to buy (granted not my usual approach to shopping) and yet I'm wandering around in a daze getting confused and flustered.
In the end I hurridly purchase my two patterns because I have the exact pattern numbers (and the assistant went and found them for me) and some earring hooks because I have a pair at home that are broken.
Fabric? Nope. The lining backing stuff (called Interfacing according to my piece of paper)? Nope. Thread? Nuh-uh.
Why do I feel like everyone is looking at me staring at the "AMATEUR" letters scrawled on my forehead?? Is it only me who feels like this? A few days ago I was a Master of Design and now I'm master of hiding in the crafts section where I least I know my puffy paint colours.
I'm going home to practise my zig zag.
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