No way sewing is kicking my ass, brah.
Turns out my problem was that I had gotten hold of some sissy sewing gear. I swung by Hancock Fabrics at lunch and righted that wrong.
Then I pumped some worthy light into the kitchen along with some other guy security blanket stuff (utility knife, small piece of 2x4) to ease the sewing intimidation factor. That soft-landed me onto Easy Street.
Sewing 'buttonholes' into foam-backed stretchy fabric must be something you get to in Level 4 sewing class. I could care less that it looks like I chewed through the fabric. I cordially invite anyone with critical comments about my sewing skills to pound sand.
I hate sewing more than ever and now that this project is complete, I am looking forward to a raucous solo celebration over the next 20 minutes or so.
Have a good night and thanks for letting me call you brah.