I've been trying to remember some of th
e first creative type things that I was exposed to and that I made. My parents were older when I was born, and my brother and sisters were grown and gone before I was six or so.
Mother always sewed and crocheted. She made almost all of my clothes for many years, even when I was in college. I have several pictures of me as a child in my beautifully sewn outfits. I do not remember that my mother ever tried to teach me to sew. I did take homemaking in 9th grade where my teacher,Mrs. Sharp, taught the class to sew a few simple things. I think we started with an apron. Later that year I remember making a two piece swimming suit from burlap that I lined. After that, I honestly do not remember making anything during my school years. I must have learned some good basics at some time because when I did begin to sew after college, I seemed to know the basics of cutting, seam allowances, bias, etc.
When my husband was drafted into the Army, I wanted to buy a sewing machine to fill the lonely hours. I used it frequently and especially remember a cute voile blouse and a pink knit jumper that I made. Later, I made all of my maternity clothes when I was pregnant with Angela. From then on, it seems like I had one project or another at the machine.
One of my sister-in-laws, Becky, also loved to sew. I think she truly inspired me to try to create beautiful things including clothing for Angela, myself, and decorator items! Thank you, Becky. One fine day about ten years ago, I no longer felt an urge to sew. I even had a beautiful new machine and a new serger, but
I was done with sewing for awhile. Millions of other things took the place of sewing.
A whirlwind in my life had picked me up, twirled me around and around, and finally sat me back down wanting to create again! This time it has appeared in quilting and sewing things other than garments. My heart goes out to women who live and have lived in times and places void of all the incredible fabrics, threads, gadgets, etc that are so easily at my fingertips.
To fill my eyes with the colors and to feel the touch of a myriad of fabrics is such joy! Now, to begin again...