No need to fret, English teachers. I am aware of the improper spelling use in the title.
I no longer use Facebook for personal use. However, I still maintain an account in order to utilize my Junk By Jenny page. I enjoy the occasional trip down memory lane when the social media giant pulls a photo from the archives to greet you with the, “.…One year ago today.”
Sew, So, it’s apparently been a year since I’ve been sewing. My Singer sewing machine and I have enjoyed our year together. Learning to sew has been on my bucket list for sometime and last January I plunged in headfirst. My mom has been a lifelong sewing natural, so I’m surprised it took me as long as it did to begin. Let me tell you, the first attempts were rocky. About a month in, I had to throw up the white flag and plead for my mom’s help. Since then, I’ve made many many jammie pants for the kiddos. I even tackled an Easter dress for Claire and a matching one for her doll. I’ve attempted some dresses and skirts for myself; only to rely on the sale racks at my favorite stores instead. Perhaps my favorite item to sew are custom pillows. If you’ve been at one of my occasional stores, you’ve likely seen them (or perhaps even bought one). I can usually crank one out in 1/2 hour tops.
My favorite part about this hobby is where I sew. We have an enclosed from porch on our pre-1900 home, chuck full of windows. The kids have many of their toys out there, which doubles as a great multi-purpose room. Most often, our daughter plays fabric store while I sew. I am finding I miss my sewing machine terribly during these recent bone-chilling cold weeks, as the porch isn’t heated.
Lucky for me, karma was on my side. Between Facebook reminding me of the purchase of my sewing machine and a recent junking pick, it was time to grab my Singer to celebrate.
Annie, a local junk enthusiast like myself, sold me some fabulous vintage aprons. The prints were fabulous; but the stories they held were undoubtably better. Some were patched, others had slight stains. Some had hand-sewn rick rack, while others had obviously been tied the same way for years. As I worked with the aprons and began to prep for my mid-winter sewing, I could only imagine their stories from the kitchens they used to call home.
At my core, reviving new life into old things is my passion. So, I did just that.
This sewing experience wasn’t the quaint front porch one that I am used to; where my daughter playfully entertains me while her brother rides his bike just beyond the windows. Ironically, it took place in the kitchen; where the aprons felt most at home.
Sew, it was truly a fun way to celebrate one year.