Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
We can all remember when we first learned to sew and how excited we were to finish our first project.
It seems I've been sewing all my life. I must have been 5 or 6 when my feet finally could reach the treadle of Mom's old sewing machine, and I've been sewing ever since.
I recently met this excited young mother. She had always wanted to sew, but she said she never had the chance.
"I knew if I bought a brand new machine it would have instructions with it," she said. "However, the more I read and studied the more confused and scared I got. I was ready to just take it back, when my dear friend and neighbor came over."
You see, my daughter had told her daughter: "Now I'm going to have lots of pretty new dresses, too. Mom got a new sewing machine, now she can make them like your mom does."
My friend knew I couldn't "sew a stitch." She is a great sewer and a true friend, we had such fun as she taught me so very much. I still need her help quite often.
The money I've saved doing mending and repairs, I think has already paid for the machine. Understanding patterns is really harder than the machine, I've about decided.
That remark took me way back to those unprinted patterns we had when I learned to sew. All we had were small holes punched in the pattern pieces, for instance three small holes meant it was to be placed on the fold. Oh the printed patterns now are a breeze compared to those.
So if you have that desire to sew, friends will help you or there are sewing classes. It really is even fun to learn. Sewing machines last forever it seems. Many of those machines found at garage sales for very little money are usually still going strong.
Check it out and have fun now.
Thanks for sharing. I am sure your story will inspire many others.
Until next week God Bless, share a smile with a stranger, make a new friend.
-- Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie 66086; email@example.com.