So, It Is Common Knowledge That I Am Maladroit...

.....especially with what are considered 'practical matters'. Anything to do with fixing, adjusting, maintaining; I am useless (not my fault. I inherited it from my Mother).
     It's a problem that I have tried in the past to overcome, with predictably disastrous results.

This evening, however, I had another go.
     A pair of trousers had frayed a little and come apart between the legs, leaving a gap about one and a half inches long. I had two choices. a) give up the trousers as a bad lot and recycle them or b) have a go at sewing the gap up before it got any longer.
     I didn't have much faith in my ability to carry out choice 'b' successfully, but seeing as the worst that would happen is that the trousers would have to be cut up and turned into rags anyway, I settled down with needle and thread and set about having a go, and.....the results were not disastrous. Not great, admittedly, but not disastrous. In spite of initial doubts, It seems to have actually worked. The gap is sewn up. A little messily, but it feels comfortable enough and as it's between my legs - a place not many have ever looked - that doesn't really matter, does it?

In any case, the important thing is that I tried to fix something, and it actually worked.

I did it, Blog!
     I fixed something!
     Go me!

Alice x

P.S. I am aware, of course, that sewing up a one and a half inch gap is not the triumph of the century. In fact, in the grand scheme of things it's a pretty pathetic thing to get excited about.
     BUT, considering how crappy things have been lately (and how crappy they are likely to stay) I'll take whatever victory I can get. So there.

P.P.S: for anyone that is unaware, 'maladroit' is posh for 'exceptionally clumsy'. It is a term used to describe people with little or no ability in situations that require practical skill.
     There is actually a medical condition with similar symptoms called Dispraxia (which is what I have, albeit very mildly). At its most severe this condition can be monumentally debilitating. In my case, thankfully, as I said, the symptoms are terribly mild. Due to my inability to properly judge distance, however - a common trait in Dispraxia sufferers - I still manage to injure myself a good deal, particularly when I am at work. I generally end up with no worse than bumps and bruises and the odd muscle yank or skin graze, luckily, but still; as you can imagine it gets incredibly frustrating at times.
     .....Anyway, I'm both maladroit and dyspraxic, the latter the cause of the former.
     .....Which is why I get excited when I manage to fix things without breaking them (or me).