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WAY BACK IN THE DAY, it was a "prideful" thing ... if you could sew. A 7th grade class introduced most girls to the "art" along with cooking, basic health and, believe it or not... wood shop. From the mentioned group of skills, SEWING seems to hold longer in the minds and talents of women as a means for demonstrated creativity. An added plus is affordable and unique outfits, home decor and clothing for other family members. If we are creative enough, we can enter our work of art in local contests as actual art peices. SINCE THROWNING MY SINGER TOUCH N SEW away I purchased a small JANOME that has none of the extensive features available on my original machine. Although I promised myself to BUY ANOTHER multi-function machine and a SERGER; I don't find myself buying anything! There are quilt patterns in my closet with fabric cut....
anyone else living on that line of "self denial"
REMEMBER, your stitches count.
I learned to sew in school and we had to make a blouse with a Peter Pan collar. That was facing, interfacing, button holes, french seams, AFTER learning about patterns, layouts and fabric grain lines. I remember it well.
It became my nemisis. I took it apart daily in order to please Sister Michealea. It took me three months at school to make the world's ugliest tourquise cotton blouse you have ever seen. Then we were required to wear it to school. What a Horror! The other girls moms helped them but my mom said she had already gone to school and it was my job to go to school and do it myself.
Well, she was right, but I didn't sew again until my daughter was born. It became my gift to myself. I learned to enjoy it. I have waxed and waned in my enthusiam for sewing but I always appreciated the efforts of others.