My grandma attempted to teach me how to sew while I was in middle school. I don't recall much about it, except her machine always seemed to have an issue of some sort which made a tomboy like myself lose interest REAL quick. I never completed a project, never had one in mind to even work on. I wasn't interested. I just wanted to get done so I could go play outside.
Junior year of high school I moved back in with my mom. She was excited and wanted to fix my living quarters up. She was GIRLY and I was not. You pick one of her obviously girly traits and I was the opposite. She had a ceramic business for awhile and did great work. I liked her stuff but never volunteered to help her in the shop. I preferred to help my stepfather build things in his workshop. Anyway, she had the grand idea of me making a comforter, pillow cases, curtains, etc. Aside from the fact that me moving there was a prison sentence in itself (in my mind) this was not my thing and in no way shape or form was I excited. With FORCE she made me complete a really summer blanket with her doing the rest of the stuff. The room turned out nice but I can't say it had me wanting to sew. Not in the least bit.
|One of my favs. This was a peach linen fabric.|
Fast Forward to 2006. I registered in the NOI, where it is stated that all women should know how to sew. No biggie. I'll get to that, but who knows when. I purchased a few items for myself from a sister that was (is) a really good seamstress but that still did not make me want to learn how to sew. Then I purchased outfits for my daughters. I began to do the math... and the spark was there. Emphasis on the word spark.
What caused a raging wild fire was when I went to Sears, yes Sears, to purchase a few things for my eldest daughter who was 7 at the time. I looked at the clothes. Disappointed but what else is new? So I went to the underclothes section and what I saw floored me. They had SEXY underclothes being sold for children. I was in disbelief. For some, you may think so what, what else is new. Well I am not a shopper, never was. I can probably count on one hand how many times I have been in a mall in the past 3 years. Oh, I forgot to mention that prior to joining the NOI I dressed fairly modest anyway so the average stores never appealed to me. Going to the mall was futile. Nonetheless I hightailed it out the mall while calling my husband to let him know I don't care how but he had to tweak his schedule so that I could take a sewing class. I realized at that moment that if I wanted to dress my daughters modestly I was going to have to do it myself.
|Peace skating at the Phoenix, Az zoo|
|This fabric is from when I went to Ghana in 97. Pre-children. Faith loved this garment.|
|Faith really liked this garment too. She would wear Amber earrings that her father gave me with it.|