My Sewing Journey

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When I was a child, my grandmother insisted on teaching me how to sew and bought me a sewing machine. I was probably around 6 or 8 at the time and had very little interest in sewing, but I was a child who tried to please, so I let her have her way. For every subsequent summer, I chose a project for us to work on the week I spent at their house.

One year I made a dress, another year a duffle bag, another a stole for my father, and another a set of curtains for my room. I did not love sewing, and I always wanted to be doing something else. Sitting for hours with Oma looking over my shoulder and trying to master a straight line and not pushing the fabric through was agonizing. I thought my sewing machine would only collect dust forgotten in a closet after I stopped spending a week at my grandparent. I was wrong.

My sophomore year of high school the mellophone section of the marching band, a section I was a part of, decided that we were going to dress up as characters from "Avatar the Last Airbender" for the Halloween parade. The parade is a tradition in our town, and each section strives to outshine the others.

I wanted to dress up as Katara, a strong woman with whom I related. I searched and failed to find a reasonably priced costume that satisfied my desires. I decided that I was going to make it. I had not sewn in about four years, but I was determined.

My mother finally gave in and bought me the blue fleece and white faux fur I needed, and I began my project. I worked every night, measuring against my body and figuring out how to create my vision. I didn't have a pattern or the skills I needed, but in the end, I was successful. We looked great, and everyone was impressed, but more importantly, I was and am so proud of what I created.

Last Christmas I decided that I wanted to make Oma and one of my other grandmothers a Christmas present. I found the pattern for a dining set, complete with napkins, placemats, potholders, and an apron. Again, I worked incredibly hard; I didn't give myself much time to complete these projects. And again, I was incredibly proud of what I accomplished.

When I first learned how to sew, I was dismissive of it.

I didn't see its importance and never thought I would enjoy it. Later, I realized I had been wrong all along. I realized that nothing could compare to creating a finished and polished product from nothing aside from a few yards of fabric, some thread, and your own two hands.

I realized that sewing had become something that I enjoy and wish I had more time in which to develop more skills. One is never finished sewing once they start, as more patterns, styles, and skills are waiting to be conquered.

There was once a time where everybody, well at least every woman, learned how to sew. Clothes were made and altered at home. Sewing was taught in school home economics classes. People created careers from sewing.

Now, buying clothing is cheap. Home economics classes are mostly nonexistent, and sewing mills have been outsourced to other countries. Now, very few people know the valuable skill of sewing.

 Knowing how to sew and own a sewing machine is an invaluable resource. It saves money by lessening the cost of clothing alteration. It gives an endless supply of Christmas gifts as I discovered. It also gives the sense of pride that only comes from creating something with your own two hands. Though it is not common, people benefit from having and using a sewing machine, and it is my firm belief that it should be a skill utilized by more people.

 

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