A Time to Sew

I was remembering how my Mom and I would collaborate on my wardrobe. She would sew just about 75% of it, the remaining being socks, undies and school uniform. When I began high school we were still collaborating and I had cool shirts and skirts. Despite whatever differences we had or whatever inability to communicate, when it came to sewing and making me outfits I designed, she always got it with little or no explanation of the drawing.

I can't believe we didn't hold on to more of those outfits. This one shirt she made was a masterpiece, looked store bought, had top stitching, lots of detail. She kept the baby stuff but neither one of us thought to hold on to the rest. All I have left from that time is a cute three tiered, short skirt with lace on the seams, made to wear with leggings. I think she even got rid of the patterns ages ago and I never held on to the designs in a notebook or something. It did feel like those times would go one forever. For me age 13-18 went on and on and on without an end in sight. I think she feels the same way.

My mother gave me her sewing machine and sewing basket, for this I am tres grateful. It's a good machine. The sewing basket was bought with money my Grandfather would send her every Christmas and that means a lot too. These are valuable things and it's time I start sewing again.