I can sew. I taught myself to sew when I was about 6 with a little mini Kenmore my mom bought.
I went through stages of sewing, not sewing, patience and no patience. I don't like to be "expected to sew"...but I do love to sew. I just get overwhelmed with the ideas which swarm my head. My mom used to tell me, "it's a sign of a true artist." I don't know, I always thought it a sign of a crazy person. A person who can't sleep at night because things race around in her head , yet never escape to become proof. I used to sew in the 80's...Punk Rock...I would whip together outfits and 4 panel crazy-like Hammer pants for my friends...alter dresses, make skirts with tons of fringe and elastic waist bands. I was Punk RAWWWK! In College I needed extra money so I hemmed things...easy things, then someone requested some curtains (probably what made me hate sewing) but they came out ok. I made fabric leg warmers and thigh highs with huge industrial eyelets on the sides and little skirts to match. I crocheted Reggae hats for friends and made Tams for the bald hippies (they were reversible) and I sold them for $5 in the commons. I paid my 100$ rent doing that.
Now I have slowly started to sew again, but once again I am finding it overwhelming. I need to have patience. Things don't go away. I can start and stop and pick up later. I see things I want to make...I don't have time now, but I will, I promise myself. I read the sewing blogs and people whip out all types of things in what seems like 24 hours. I can't even get the fabric laid out in that time. It's ok...I can sew....and it won't go out of style.