my first sewing machine |
In high school I learned how to make clothes for real people (my first project was a pink gingham sleeveless blouse, which I marked with a dark navy blue pencil . . . I was a disaster at real people clothes) and I took a fiber arts class, which I absolutely loved. My final fiber arts project was a hooked rug. My mother helped me design a rather modern looking garden using dinner plates and bowls as patterns for round flowers. I chose a palette of pinks, magentas, and greens. Everything was lovely. Until the night before the rug was due. My mother was out of town visiting my grandmother. I came downstairs crying because I wasn't finished and yes I had been working on it but now it was midnight or something and I couldn't get it done and I didn't want to get in trouble . . . That was when I taught my father how to hook rugs. It was his first and last rug hooking project. Mine too. That was the first time I didn't meet a deadline (or finish my homework on time). Unfortunately it wasn't the last.
Despite the rug-hooking incident, I loved all textile-related crafts. I cross-stitched, embroidered, needlepointed, creweled, and crocheted (the hideous bonnet I made when my sister was born is still mentioned periodically). But nothing stuck until I learned how to quilt.
I liked learning to quilt, but my favorite part of my seersucker and gingham project was embroidering the label, so at first I used my quilting to "frame" my cross stitch projects. After I graduated from college, I moved to Columbus, Ohio. One of my (many) jobs was at a very small company that published research synopses for the medical and legal fields. It was, perhaps, the most boring, awful job I've ever had (and that's counting my summer as a hostess at a steak house). But just down the street from the office was The Glass Thimble, a quilt shop and stained glass studio. I spent many of my lunch hours happily, wandering around the shop, and it was there that I learned to machine piece, rotary cut, and hand appliqué. I learned how to machine quilt in Alexandria, Virginia. I added a few kids to my household. My sewing room moved from the garage to the basement, to the kitchen, to the dining room. I sew almost every day, even if it's only for 15 minutes. I still like pink gingham. Or any kind of gingham. I admit the seersucker was a mistake.
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