we all had to take that class in middle school. you, know the one where you had to cook and sew. i have vivid memories of my teacher, ms. jones, standing over me with the ripper in hand informing me that my seams were not straight on my caterpillar and i would HAVE to rip it out and start over. that was 20+ years ago, i still have not recovered, but today i took one step towards owning my fear of sewing. i asked to borrow this.
from my mom, the queen of sewing. she has sewn just about everything from lunch bags to dance costumes. this is one of four that live at her house. she has taught my daughter to sew, a gift that i can never repay. now, it’s my turn to learn from both of them. we made a stop at the thrift shop today for some fabric and came away with some vintage prints, some beautiful needlework that i hope i can reclaim and turn into something new, and a few vintage table cloths.
i sewed one seam tonight. it wasn’t straight but jenna cheered me on and told me i did a good job. she’s heard that somewhere before. thanks, mom, you’ve taught her well.