It was funny, and it was endearing, but…it was distracting too…and the annoyance of the other students was almost getting to the point where it wasn’t funny anymore…but…
You couldn’t spill anything in sewing class…even though it was a lot more boring than the baking lessons…
And she couldn’t yet sew anything amazing or even anything…that she could wear.
But…she was thinking of buying a sewing machine and just…going for it. She needed to practice anyway, right? And what better way to practice than by…doing. Sure she couldn’t make anything fancy…but she could try to keep…making?
So, quietly the teenager wound her way through the rows of fabric, letting her fingers trace over all of the different textures, trying to decide what she wanted.
A sewing machine for sure…but she would need fabric to start with.
Quietly she glanced around and her eyes lit on a girl with long, very bright pink hair who seemed to have a better idea of the workings of this end of the craft store. …And if she was wrong…did it really matter?
She crossed over to the girl and softly tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey. You look like you…know more about fabric and things than I do…what would you recommend for a beginner…?”
Rhea Izar