After cranking out two dresses in the last 10 days, life is getting in the way of my sewing machines. It took me two days to recover from my sewing hangover. Last night’s excuse, however, was a wonderful performance of “Death of a Salesman” last night. This weekend though, I am unexpectedly traveling back home to Chicago.
My grandmother passed away this week so Jack and I are going back for her wake and funeral this weekend. I think I may have mentioned this once before, but my grandmother sewed. She worked in an upholstery factory I believe. I remember that she made me a dress once for my birthday. Of course, I didn’t appreciate it like I should have, far preferring toys to clothes at that age. I still feel badly about my reaction. So sewing goes way back in my family in one form or another. Although I think I sew for vastly different reasons than my grandmother or my mother ever did. I sew as a creative outlet, and they did because it was either their profession (my grandmother) or because it was a way to clothe yourself and others more cheaply than RTW (my mom). And now my mom quilts for pleasure.
It’s a cycle really. Life. What we do or don’t do and for what reasons. I know sewing is “fashionable” now. I hope it remains “fashionable” for a long time. I love it. Selfishly, I hope more and more 20-somethings “get into” sewing in the near term. We need to keep the independent fabric and notion stores open and keep the business thriving and evolving, especially garment fabric stores. The more people who start sewing and start loving it, the better.
I hope you all have a good sewing weekend. When I get back home, I’m going to sew a dress in honor of my grandmother and the dress she once made me as a little girl.