Any good adventure has a beginning, so I thought I’d share mine. I was introduced to sewing in the obvious way – my mom had a sewing machine. Mostly it collected dust; but she did make a few things for me and my siblings over the years. The only one I really remember working out was a couple of blue poodle skirts she made for me and my sister. They didn’t fit for very long, but we loved them; especially the spinning in circles to make them fly out as far as we could, then falling over because we had made ourselves so dizzy. After that my sister and I tried to make all sorts of things (doll clothes, mostly) that never worked out.
In sixth grade, Home Ec. started. I got my first real lesson in sewing; and discovered I had been doing all sorts of things wrong. In hind sight I really should have realized this earlier as nothing we tried to make worked out. The class made pencil cases, which was pretty ambitious for a bunch of eleven year olds as they had zippers. We also got to draw on them with fabric paint. Mine was supposed to be a cat sitting on a tree stump. It looked like a cat on a stump post-apocalypse. I don’t have it anymore.
Since high school I have made many more costumes and with every experience I am getting much better. But that will be the subject of my next post.