Suddenly, in my 34th year, I found myself with lots of time on my hands. The Big C, Breast Cancer to be exact, crept into my life and I found myself with lots of time on my hands. I hated the law, and I longed to make something with my hands.
My older brother makes beautiful things: his quilts are exquisite. I would surf the internet and long to make stuff like that. So my dad brought me an ancient New Home sewing machine that he had found somewhere, I bought a book and made a purse! I was overjoyed!
Creation is therapy. Sewing is alternately joyful and infuriating.
Please follow me as I learn to sew! I'll take suggestions, comments, and help. I'll post my progress, my thoughts about the healing powers of crafting, and with hope we'll all learn some truths along the way.
Love your piece above. I grew up in a very similar home. What my mother didn't make, she renovated from my cousins' wardrobes. She, too, worked in an upscale dress shop doing alterations. I did learn to sew around age 12 and took Domestic Arts in junior high and freshman high school. At age 28, made my first suit--3 piece suit, at that. My eyesight after graduate school has deteriorated and I sew only pillow covers or curtains, which I have made a dozen times, but I surely do miss creative sewing. I hope you and Kimberlee keep posting pictures. I have greatly enjoyed your efforts.
ReplyDeleteJust read your first post and I decided I need to follow you on your progress. Looks like you're doing a great job. I really love that flannel slip. Great idea.
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