Like a lot of people raised in the 60s and 70s, I had a mother who sewed everything from church dresses to pinafores to Halloween costumes. I took a semester of sewing in Home Ec, but it was by being fearless and just cutting and sewing with abandon that I became a pretty good sewist in my twenties. My problem was that I was impatient. I’d set unrealistic deadlines, rush through a project and wind up with something that wouldn’t survive more than one visit to the laundromat in the apartment complex. Then my social life improved and I quit sewing.
When I married and moved to the U.S. I brought my old garage sale machine and stuck to sewing window treatments. We moved every couple of years, and it was economical for me to sew valances and roman shades., and pillows Machines were slightly upgraded, and as a very special treat I bought a serger. Gradually the houses and projects became a bit more elaborate and the epitome of my home dec experience was hand beading yards and yards of silk for a 12 foot high window. And when we moved again about 2 months after that project was done, I said ‘enough’ and put away my machines.
In 2015 I discovered Marie Kondo and her joy in tidying up and vowed to surround myself only with things I loved. Problem was, there was practically nothing I love in Ready To Wear. So I started sewing again. I’m imminently more patient and finicky than I was 25 years ago, but more than that, I have discovered real joy in the whole process.
This blog is my sewing journey.