Yesterday provided a snow day here in the Centennial State, so I took to tasks I had put off for a few months in the role of “Seamstress.” Chatting with my Pinterest friend, “Panita,” we were brainstorming today on a related sewing adventure for her. Thus, I was reminded of how I became a seamstress. It is riveting saga.
My mother sewed everything for us growing up – and usually two of everything as she dressed my sister and I alike for many years. I wanted to be able to sew like her. When I could join 4-H, I did so and proceeded to sew my first “quick trick skirt.” It earned me a red ribbon – not a blue or purple, but not the worst – white. Then I graduated to the second year and attempted a more elaborate costume combo of pants and a shirt. I should have made another quick trick skirt.
I cried my way through that adventure. I ripped out seams which were unevenly sewn, I zigzagged raveling edges. I’m surprised the thing held together long enough to be entered in the county fair. For all of my hard work and tears I earned a red ribbon. I was so upset with that stupid ribbon because I had worked “sew” hard on my outfit. I did the only thing I could think of. I quit 4-H. However, I kept sewing! I wasn’t going to let some judges stop me from creating my way.
My seams are not always even, or pretty, but they work just fine. And God bless the 4-H leaders and judges who had to put up with the likes of me.
And bless your children who lived with those uneven seams, the pants lengthened with scraps of old fabric… and all the less memorable successful projects too!
As! Bless those children, yes!