I miss sewing. I miss thumbing through the chunky pattern books at the fabric store and dreaming about what I want to make next. I learned how to sew in high school with instruction from my mother and using her old Graybar sewing machine that looked a lot like the painting here by Janet Karen. All it could do was straight stitch, but that was okay for me at the time; I thought it was wonderful. When I got married and then pregnant, my mom gave me that old machine and I made all my maternity tops and a long maternity dress made out of an India print that I had on my bed. And shirts for my husband at that time made with fabrics that looked like batiks. Then I added crochet lace to the sleeves or neck area, depending on the design. I loved the whole process and only cursed a little when I sewed pieces together the wrong way. Seam rippers became my best friend!
In the late 70s I bought a Sears Kenmore machine that made different kinds of button holes and zig-zags. What luxury! And I loved that it had a skinny arm when needed, like shown in this old ad - for doing sleeves, cuffs and things. I used it a lot and starting making most of my clothes - even my work skirts and dresses. It was quite a creative endeavor for me and I used to love telling people where I "got" an outfit when they complimented me on it. I collected so many patterns and used and reused them. My favorite things to make were peasant tops and skirts, but I also make pencil skirts and jackets for work. I got quite good at sewing.
Life changed a lot and my sewing was put on the back burner for many years. My patterns collected dust and I thought I'd probably never sew again since I was doing so many different things and just didn't have the time. So I took all those wonderful patterns to Goodwill - along with all kinds of fabric. Oh, the pain. I so regret that now. Just months later, Mike asked me to marry him and I wanted to make my wedding dress and his shirt. Parts were missing from my old Kenmore, so we bought a Husqvarna that does everything I could possibly want, and I had a grand time creating our outfits. Since the wedding, I've had a yen to make some blouses and aprons and lamented many times that I gave all my patterns away. Someone has some very cool patterns from the 70s and 80s!
I told Mike that when we add on to our little cabin at the farm I would love a sewing room - or at least a permanent spot. A place where the machine can always be ready and available for mending or creating.
A special thanks to Daisy for making me think about sewing again. :)