My mom taught me to sew back when I was very young. I realize now how lucky I was. At the time I never appreciated the 1976 polyester red white and blue homemade pants I had to wear. What I do appreciate is she had the time and patience to teach me. I am finding that ‘patience’ part difficult to employ as I teach Coco but we are working on it.
In 7th grade Home Ec Sewing class – my classmates were making square pillows. I remember making a reversible vest with button holes (polyester of course!). I got a A in that class. Then I became a teenager and I stopped sewing (and creating for that matter). Then I became and adult. Once the Mr. and I decided to take up residence in the 1990s I bought my own first machine. I was able to sew curtains and home decor items.
A Singer. She came from Service Merchandise and I paid $125.00 for her.
This machine brought me pleasure once. In the past 5 years however, she has brought me nothing but aggravation. She only stitches a straight line these days. Once she was bright white, now she has this old plastic yellowed tinge. She resides on Coco’s craft table now. She has learned to sew and has inherited the Singer (note the gimp, and duct tape…a true crafter she is!)
Elizabeth was my birthday present this year from the Mr.
I even went to a ‘real’ sewing store and hand picked her. Not only is she beautiful but we are wonderful friends. She does everything I ask of her and so much more. She is dependable and never gives me trouble. She has also taken my sewing to the next level. I am no longer afraid to try those projects that I always wanted to do. SIGH
But this being the Little Red House, space is minimal. I had to set her up in my bedroom, in a corner, near the door. And a true crafter’s space is never ‘clean’. I am fortunate that my dining room table is just outside the bedroom and I use that for my cutting and piecing area. However, I will never admit that pins fall on the bedroom carpet – where we tend to be barefoot…