What Was I Thinking?!

So, last week the relief society in my ward had a craft night. There were several cute decorations to sign up for, and I wish I could have done them all. I've never been good at crafts, but I want so badly to get better at them. There were two super cute table runners; one with pumpkins and the other with snowmen. I thought to myself, we finally have a table and that would be such a cute decoration for Christmas! So even though I am terrible with a sewing machine, I signed up for it thinking, it looks pretty simple. Boy was I wrong! I was so excited to take my own machine that my mom gave me a couple years ago and spend the night with other women visiting and being craftsy. I guess I just expected someone to stand over me, telling me every step to take to put this table runner together. The first sign of disaster was when I went to thread my machine...the bobbin holder was missing! I'll admit, the last time I took the machine out of the box was at least 6 months ago, but I'm pretty sure that piece was there last time. Well that was embarrassing. So I had to wait to use another machine. I started to put a stitch around the edges, and the bobbin ran out of thread. I asked my friend to come help me thread it, and again, I was embarrassed that I didn't know what I was doing. Then I couldn't figure out how to put the dang thing back in the machine. After struggling for several minutes, a nice woman came and asked me if I needed help (by this time, everyone at my table had moved on to ironing or backing the runner so I was by myself). She put the bobbin in for me and I went back to work. I had been there for an hour at this point and wasn't even close to getting anywhere with the project. I was frustrated and mad at myself for over estimating my skills. I was fighting back tears so hard because I didn't want to be a baby about something that wasn't that big of a deal. Well, I tried, but then I looked around the room and saw everyone else having fun and I was all by myself and not having fun. I went to the bathroom to take a few minutes to compose myself, but ended up bawling my eyes out for 10 minutes. I was crying because I felt so stupid that I didn't know what I was doing, then I was crying because it was such a dumb thing to be crying about, and that I couldn't stop crying. My pregnancy hormones just took my emotions and ran. I finally called Curt to come and get me (I had gotten a ride with a friend) and sent a text to a friend who knows my secret to come and talk to me in the bathroom. She immediatly assumed that I was terribly sick, and I was too embarrassed to tell her the truth so I didn't correct her. She kindly gathered my stuff for me and brought it to me. I cried to my husband, who was able to help me calm down. I know I will someday finish that darn project, even if I have to make it up and it looks terrible, I am determined to put that material together somehow.