Veni. Sutura. Vici.

Please enjoy my 100 words about relearning to sew last year and unlocking the joy of making and the radical act of mending.

Phoebe Owens

·Jan 18

The brand new machine sat downstairs — once promising, then taunting, then embarrassing. (Not because it’s branded Project Runway. I love Project Runway.)

I never had the hands for precision that Melissa, Gail, Lauren, and Nova did.

A stitch was always crooked, out of place, or missing. Straight lines, sigh, always evaded me.

And yet…

I had forgotten the joy of making a functional thing.

Perfection, you truly are the enemy of good. (Enough!)

The machine came out. Then, 100 masks.

Then the mending.

I fixed instead of shopped!

Fuck you, Fast Fashion!

I came. I sewed. I conquered.

Veni. Sutura. Vici.