I have been thinking about my sewing journey. It is the one craft that I return to over and over again.
Yes, I am a knitting/felting addict, but it causes muscle spasms in my arms so I try to space myself, exercise my arms and visit my chiropractor.
But sewing doesn't hurt!
Okay, cutting out patterns or quilt blocks gets hard on my back, but if I can do it on the counter or sitting down I can cut, sew, and plan forever!
I am currently sewing in my son's old room. He moved out last summer because he got married!!!! The room is supposed to go to my daughter, but somehow my crafting things have been finding their way in there. Now I really shouldn't take the room over, but I just covet this space.
I didn't learn to love sewing until I was 22. I took a class in junior high, but it was awful.
When my first baby was born and she was a girl I wanted to make cute clothes for her. And back then, sewing was cheaper than buying clothes. I don;t think that is the case any longer.
I still had the Singer sewing machine my Mom had bought me when I was 12. My darling mother-in-law helped me along the way and I sewed a dress and pinafore for my Chandra. By the time I had three children I was sewing all their summer clothes, all of Carissa's clothes, most of Chandra's clothes, hair scrunchies, shoe decorations, big hair bows and clothes for myself.
