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A day of planned sewing![]() No, that's not a picture of my fabric scraps, but it sure felt like I was inundated with a whole lot of forgotten sewing remnants today when I headed to my mother's for a planned day of sewing. It's so nice when you set aside time for a whole day of tending to a certain task, whatever it may be. And in this case it was long overdue, as a dress that I cut out back in June has been languishing, folded and forgotten, next to my dusty sewing machine. I shouldn't even mention the lap quilt that I've been working on for two years now! That quilt was really starting to see progress up until we announced our engagement and the focus shifted to bridal fabric. So it was with good intentions that I started out bright and early (with only a quick stop at the fabric shop for some buttons ) and my lunch packed to take along. But then I got to the sewing store and realized that it had been so long since I had been there, and there were so many new things to see! So that ate away at a little bit of time. Then I arrived at mom's and everything took so much longer than I thought it would because it had been so long since I sewed that I could not recall where anything was, what I had did with it last, or where in the world anything went. When that forgotten dress in it's lovely floral fabric was unfolded, it was creased terribly and the bodice needed a good pressing before I could even work on it. That launched a search for the ironing board, which had apparently moved from its old location and could not be found. So a phone call had to be made so that could be located. Sewing at mom's is not with out its own set of challenges. I always tell her it's "the authentic Amish sewing experience" because no matter what you do, there is not enough light to see what you are doing. Even with the sewing machine parked at the south window, you still need to turn on the light in every nearby room to get proper lighting. And if it's a gray day, like today was, you still might be squinting. It was like sewing at my Aunt Dorcas' where you had every oil light in creation going and still, you were just feeling your way through the dark. Also at my mom's, there are cats who come by and want to take off with your notions and sleep in your fabric bin. Okay, they are my cats, but they live there and not here where we really could use them for mice control. It's complicated. Eventually, some sewing got done. And it brought back a sweet feeling because the last time I sat sewing in mom's house, I was sewing my wedding dress. Which at the time was really hard and frustrating, but in the end, worthwhile. Just like today. Leave a Comment { Last Page } { Page 39 of 74 } { Next Page } |
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