And Sew It Goes

I decided today that I was going to buy a sewing machine and take up sewing.

I know many of you may think this unmanly and a bit extreme but hear me out. I wear a lot of t-shirts. I wear a t-shirt almost every day of the week. On week days, I wear an undershirt. On weekends, I wear casual t-shirts. Most of my t-shirts wear out fairly rapidly. They shrink or the seams come loose or they get holes or they get stained…the life of my t-shirts is a tough one.

The trouble is that new t-shirts are not all that cheap, especially the ones that I tend to like. They don’t have a lot of decoration or ornamentation but are comfy and soft. I guess they tend to be about $20 dollars each unless I can find them on sale somewhere.

I was pondering my need for new t-shirts today when it came to me. I bet I could make my own t-shirts. I’m sure that fabric can’t be too expensive. Construction is pretty basic as well. I bet I could reverse engineer a few of my t-shirts and make my own. All I need is a sewing machine.

So I think I’m going to buy a sewing machine. I have one picked out on that I think would serve my purposes. My only hesitation is that I know myself. It would be just like me to spend $125 bucks on a sewing machine and never use it. Or use it once and never touch it again. It would be just like that Nikon camera I bought for $900 dollars. That made a nice Christmas gift to my sister after sitting around for some while, untouched. Or the Wii I gave to my niece and nephew after three months. Or the bike that is sitting on my porch.

In my head, though, I make awesome t-shirts. They are so good, in fact, that everyone wants one. Soon, I am selling custom fitting t-shirts to all my friends and turning a profit on my new sewing machine. It’s not long before I learn to screen print designs onto my awesome t-shirts and, the next thing I know, I’m competing with threadless tees. I use my new-found wealth to start other enterprises, like making beer. It isn’t long before I am bathing in cash and making the lives of all my friends and family much more comfortable and fulfilling.

That’s what happens in my head. In reality, I am somewhat suspect of my own ability to manufacture clothing. I am absolutely useless with a pair of scissors. I neither measure nor cut with precision. I fear that, if I’m disappointed with the early results, I’ll never touch the thing again. One more dream into the rubbish bin of life.

I’ll probably talk myself out of the purchase. I can’t really see myself with time to make my own clothes and I certainly don’t think it’s a talent of mine. But, if I do get it, I suspect I know what my sister will be getting for Christmas this year.

That’s right. A new car. Courtesy of my new t-shirt empire.