I've just about became addicted to sewing. My sister gave me her sewing machine before moving back to Prague, and when I returned from summer travels, I took it out.
First, I bought all the necessary notions (that's a nice word).
Then I proceeded to make myself a simple, gathered skirt. Which it is.
Then I had to make a dust cover for my sewing machine. And then I made little "pillows" stuffed with balsam fir from Maine, because it smells good. Then I hemmed two pants, and I'm working on re-making an old dress I have. The to-do list is huge.
The first week of work (pre-planning, when I can still leave work at work) I couldn't stop sewing every night. Now, it's not so much. But it just feels right when I do. I feel sorry I never discovered this until now.
My childhood memories of sewing are horrible. I never did thread the machine properly, and the bobbin always got caught. I don't know why it's different now. But I officially have a new hobby.