So true in so many ways; and not just as it pertains to sewing.
What, you might ask is she doing talking about sewing? Good and valid question.
|Made by Scott's Gramma|
I see so many pretty things out there in Blogland... crocheted goodies in rainbow colors that make me drool.... little ornaments, flags, bunting, banners... cute little stuffed animals, fully jointed, handmade teddy bears, mice, wooly things, blankets, embroidery, quilts, chicken hats (sure they have them for both chickens and humans....) scarves, wrist warmers, amazing socks, tea cozies, fabric art.... It goes on and on. ~ I am drawn to them all like a moth to a flame!
I want them.Worse than that, when you are a crafty minded person you want to make them yourself!
Of course, if you've been here before you know I am a bit sewing challenged.... I kick myself for not taking "home economics" at least one time in high school. Hind sight is a bugger. Even still, I have an affection for sewing things... old buttons, sewing boxes, darning balls and those cute little tomato pin cushions with the little strawberry dangling by a string.Usually it goes like this: I see a REALLY good idea for something I want to make. ( For example the lovely flag bunting for our tent at the fair a few years back. ) I rummage through my fabric box (yes, oddly I have one of those too?) gather the supplies.... draw a picture of what it should be like, cut out a cardboard pattern from a cereal box... and then turn the whole mess over to my Mum.
Similar theory for the tea cozy I had to make, maybe you remember it? Saw a sweater at the thrift store... loved the pattern, though it was sized for an elf... I got it anyway and decided to re purpose it a bit. I even cut out all the pieces of fabric/wool felt for it... and the marched up the stairs to turn over the goods to my seamstress/Mum. She wants me to learn to use the sewing machine in the worst way. Well, me too ~ sort of. I'm scared of it. That sharp little needle flailing around, a breath away from my fingers. Makes me a little faint to type about it. So, "Sit down here" she says.... "hold it here", points to the tea cozy.... "Now put your foot on the pedal, and press it down...." "just guide the fabric..." Fine, I think... I can do it. Sure. So, I depress the pedal... and off I go. Good for about 3 inches... "getting close to the edge there" she says... I try to steer back, but the tension is getting to me... *snap* goes the thread. It seems my tension came out my foot; she said my eyes widened, and I stomped the foot pedal to the floor; the machine tried in vain to keep up, but alas ~ it finally panicked too until the thread had the good sense to break. She finished the sewing... after she pulled the broken thread out, and re threaded the needle. You can still enjoy my section of sewing if you look close though; it would be the tight, knotted, zig-zaggy spot....
We all have things we are good at... or at least some things we are better at than others. Should we play to our strengths? Or play it safe? You wouldn't hand a chain saw to a clumsy person right? There's a fine line between trying to learning new things and sewing yourself to a table cloth.
|Wee granny squares, and tiny sewn heart ~ the extent of MY sewing?|
|Made by my Mum when I was a wee lass, presumably with my out grown pajamas?|
|My Grandmother, Irene|