Cliché but true, I think. There is nothing that can replace being creative and productive together. Here you can read the Sewing Adventures with Gloop and Gleep.
I am eager for my (almost) 2 year old to learn to sew. I have wonderful memories, soul filling moments in time of creativity and accomplishment. I remember sewing with my mom, first it was counted cross stitch and probably a bit of embroidery and I can imagine sitting next to her while she sewed curtains for my room. I do remember picking out the fabric for them, once it was a tiny print of red, blue and yellow flowers.
I feel like sewing has always been a part of me. I have smatterings of memories of sewing and making clothes for myself. Mom or Dad would take me to the fabulous sewing center (which I think is now a bowling alley or a billards hall) and I would spend hours looking through the pattern books, picking out a pattern, then another chunk of time going through all the fabric bolts and remnants until the perfect fabric had been chosen. I felt like I had gotten to spend the entire day there (perhaps it was only an hour?). Then to get home and lay the pattern out on the fabric and cut it out. Pin it together and sew. And not go to bed until it was finished. I remember doing that quite a bit. I would stay up and make a second skirt and if my back could handle it, I would cut fabric for another and consider sewing it together. But I probably had to go to school the next morning and I would reluctantly shut the light and go to bed.
After getting accepted into Art School and spending 4 years studying Fashion Design (or as some would put it 4 years of sewing), I knew that I wanted to keep it for myself. It was something that I had been doing all my life for me, and I was not about to do it for anyone else. I did go into the fashion industry, but worked on the textile side and at times, dabbled in the art direction of the marketing of apparel.
I still sew these days (although not as often, I have a munchkin that would prefer my undivided attention), and my husband sews too. It’s worked it’s way into his art. Soon, Izzy will sew and we can work on projects together.
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