Now that I'm living Stateside again, I haven't had a chance to sew. My little sewing machine was left behind in London, and I couldn't work up the motivation to hand sew anything. Fortunately, my mother has her own sewing machine (which belonged to her mother previously,) but on a Saturday afternoon in January, when I felt the motivation to thread a needle again, I couldn't figure out how to work the bloody thing. My mother wasn't around to troubleshoot, so all of the cut pieces of fabric were folded and placed aside, for another time.
Last weekend, when the sun hadn't quite come out from behind the morning clouds, I felt a renewed interest in sewing. I was visiting with my mother and it was a quiet Saturday morning. We pulled the sewing machine out, and my mother had a chance to pass on some of her sewing wisdom.
Last weekend, when the sun hadn't quite come out from behind the morning clouds, I felt a renewed interest in sewing. I was visiting with my mother and it was a quiet Saturday morning. We pulled the sewing machine out, and my mother had a chance to pass on some of her sewing wisdom.
Luckily, I had already completed the laborious task of cutting and pinning the fabric. There was a little bit of hand-wringing, as we tried to figure out the pattern directions I had printed out, but the end was result was a cute little project bag with a (reasonable) attempt at box corners. The fabric is quite a sturdy sort, from IKEA and clearly intended for curtains or pillow shams, and the lining is from an old sheet that was retired after a particularly worn section developed a large hole. I'm pleased with this. Even more satisfying was the mother-daughter bonding which occurred, as my mom reminisced about her sewing classes back in high school, and shared some memories about my grandmother (who I never had a chance to meet) using the very same sewing machine.
Craft unites! Again!
Craft unites! Again!