Sew Much Fun

Day #42

“Sewing can be a source of considerable pleasure.”

Good Housekeeping’s Guide to Homemaking, 1956

If I would have read this quote before today, I would have laughed. Now, I just nod my head in agreement. Sewing TRULY is a source of pleasure.

However, I should clarify that I never did put my “pedal to the metal,” as Claudia said. I did not sew any of the bedding today. Claudia, Kellye, and I worked all day yesterday and half the day today, and I stayed focused on my tasks of cutting, ironing, and running errands. I left the actual sewing to the pros. But still, I was on the team. I was more like the waterboy who still gets a state championship ring. He did not step out onto the court, but he helped in his own special way, and he still enjoys the victory just as much.

It is impossible to overestimate the pride I feel in the bedding we made today. I took it home and placed it in the nursery, and I keep walking into the room to look at it. I asked Clay if we could just sleep in the nursery tonight to be close to the masterpiece.

There is just something about watching each step of this process, and even though I didn’t always understand what Kellye and Claudia were saying, I was still there to witness the transformation of the fabric into bedding. After today, I will not take for granted little things like…

- A straight hem
- Evenly-stuffed pillows
- Hidden hemming

Also, I can appreciate the amount of math, skill, patience, and planning goes into each sewn item. Before Claudia answered the phone today by saying, “Claudia’s sweat shop,” she and Kellye were deep into major algebraic equations. I think I heard them use the Pythagorean theorem as they were trying to determine how many ties could be cut from one yard of fabric. I am sure these girls could work for NASA after hearing their calculations. If the space shuttle needs some new window treatments, Kellye and Claudia could totally do it.

I wish I could show you the final product, but we still need to finish two of the four bumpers before we place everything on the crib. But for now, here is a picture of everything that is done.

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Sewing Lesson

Day #41

“I am assuming all women know the value of a good sewing machine.”

Good Housekeeping’s Guide to Homemaking, 1956

When I tell people that I am living as a 1950′s wife, some common questions I get include:

- “Are you going to learn how to sew?”
- “Will you be making a skirt and wearing it?”
- “Do you want to borrow my sewing machine?”

Those questions make me cringe.

It’s not that I don’t love beautiful handmade pillows and luxurious window treatments, I am just scared of the work… and really scared of ruining expensive fabric. I have flashbacks of elementary school when I was forced to do arts and crafts. I can just see the class bulletin board now – the real artists would have their manicured snowman hanging proudly in the middle of the board, while my pitiful snowman had cotton balls and glue falling onto the floor throughout the month of December.

 So, I decided in 3rd grade that I was an athlete, not an artist.

I was okay with my decision until Clay and I moved into our first house and I learned how expensive custom upholstery, window treatments, and pillows were. Suddenly, I wished I had developed a knack for completing projects. I wondered why I never payed attention when Mom decorated the house. And I wished I had realized the value of learning to sew.

 I have had that thought again lately as I browse the Internet for custom bedding for the little boy we are adopting.

Luckily, I have talented friends. Kellye and Claudia have spent the day introducing me to the fine art of sewing. We began at 1:00 PM today and even now (at 11:00 PM), I can hear the sewing machine as Claudia works on the bows for Easton’s bed (Yes, we have determined that his name will be Easton!)

If I had a time machine, after I go back and visit Jesus, Benjamin Franklin, and my Papa, I would go back to high school and sign up for a home economics class. I would convince myself that sewing is a life skill (like typing, riding a bike, or cooking) and it is worth taking time to learn.

Maybe it’s not too late.

 

 

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