Life is beautiful when seen through the eye of a needle. Sewing is a means of communication between fingers and cloth. It’s a way of expressing ourselves on an individual basis. A way of sharing with the world a love for the art of sewing and creating. Colors blend and stitches interweave and each time there is an element of surprise when that last stitch is taken. Sewing is packed full of F’s…..fun, frustration, fantastic, fearful…but never fatal. Only when sewing and humor become synonymous will the ragged edges come together. Adam and Eve must have thought it rather funny when they found themselves sewing two fig leaves together to cover themselves. Noah was asked by God to bring two of all the animals in to the ark. I wonder if when aboard he remembered to include two sewing machines? Forty days and forty nights, women sewing dresses, suits, and rain covers for the animals. Days passed by quickly. Closets were filled to capacity. Hopefully they thought of everything they would need since running to the fabric store would have been out of the question. Maybe that is why the dove was sent from the Ark….to pick up a 22 inch zipper. (and all these years you thought it was a twig.)
Many years ago my grandmother instilled in me a love for sewing. Although she is no longer here, her memory lingers on. She would say, “sewing is not just an art, but a privilege.” And what a privilege it is.
The economy has forced us to turn to sewing even if all these years we have tried to avoid it. But on the other hand it has become too easy to buy something on sale and throw what we have, in the trash. Let me just say to parents and grandparents, please teach your children the basics of sewing. It is a great way to bond with them and it will also insure that sewing stays alive.
Please share your sewing stories with us. Who taught you, what kind of machine did you learn on. I was taught on my grandmother’s treadle machine.
I invite you to share.