Back when I was in high school, many of the girlies took a course called Home Economics. Everyone walked to school in those days and carried clubs to fight off the megalodonts and gigabites. Wearing bear skins. Anyway, the idea was to teach the giggly cute half of humanity to learn to cook and sew and such things. One of their most embarrassing class projects was to sew their own dresses. Pants would come along after the final ice age and global warming set in. Anyway, they all had to cut out, sew, and WEAR TO SCHOOL their creations. There were lots of lowered heads and occasionally a solitary tear would leave a salty track on a downy cheek in humiliation and maybe a sniffle or two. Anyway, the moron of this story is..... you don't get a home run every time you try something new. Chances are the more you do it, the better you will get. Friend Aztec did a pretty nice job on his leather pouch, but he doesn't stand a chance of sewing the pants pocket back on. Best wishes. G