Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Sewing Started

When I was a little girl my Nana asked me if I wanted to go school shopping for my first day of school. I informed her we would be heading to the fabric store because she was going to MAKE all my clothes for the first week. Even though I sobbed for my mother not to leave me in that Kindergarten class alone, I was by far the best dressed at school that week.

Years later my Nana finally sat me down and taught me the basics of sewing, I fell in love with the whole concept of fabric, and the time it took to makes something so beautiful. It peaked my interest enough for me to know that one day I was headed to NYC for fashion school. Many years went by and other things became more important: boys, cheerleading, school, work, college (yes that fashion school in NYC), marriage, "big-girl" job, pregnancy, motherhood - and then I finally had some time.

About a year after having my daughter, I was in place where I didn't know where my life was headed. My husband had bought a restaurant and his hours were crazy. I felt bad leaving my daughter in full time care to go back to an industry (PR) where I would hardly see her except for a couple hours a night.

I decided to buy a new sewing machine to give myself a hobby. I had no idea what I was doing. It had been awhile since my foot had pressed the pedal. I carried myself to the fabric store, bought a pattern and the cheapest fabric they had and went to work. It was like therapy. Had I finally figured it out?

No, I haven't 'figured' it out yet, but I'm still working on it! I do enjoy having a passion that I'm good at and love. I get to wake up every morning inspired by my life and what I see around me. I love making my own patterns (even though they don't always turn out great), picking out beautiful fabrics, and seeing the finished product knowing, "I DID THAT!"

I hope everyone gets to wake up and feel like that.

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