The fundamental and simplistic action of threading a needle with a thread, pushing through a piece of material, in and out repeatedly, brings on a wide array of creations. That, is simply incredible!
I remember being intrigued with all the sewing tools and pattern books since childhood. It is probably due to my mum's ceaseless sewing. Those were the days when a sewing machine is part of the wedding dowry and every woman would have learnt to sew, one way or the other.
My mum was only 12 when WWII landed on her doorstep. She is of a generation where few girls received education and being the eldest amongst her siblings would automatically disqualify her from a cushy life of education. It became mandatory to learn a trade that would lend you some work to help keep your family out of hunger.
I remembered being rather resentful of having my new year clothes made by my mum especially in my teenager years! I envied my peers who get to go shopping, whereas
I don't have a choice but to wear what was made for me. When we were younger, my sis and I used to have clothes made out of the same material and sometimes, the same pattern. Oh how I dread those days...
Now, when I looked back, especially as I embarked on this sewing journey, I should have been thankful for a mum with a pair of deft hands...
Besides your deft hands, you have the gift of writing too (which i always dream of having it.. but...)
ReplyDeletelove to read this article. it brought back a lot of sweet memories of my mum sewing pajamas and quilts for her 3 young kids every cny.
thanks for the compliment! Indeed...the ladies in our mums' days did a lot for their little ones and sewing is 2nd nature to them.
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