My mother, Alberta Joy (Gardner) Brown, always sewed, having learned from her mother. She made most of her own clothing in high school. She sewed her own wedding dress, gathering yards and yards of white organdy. She sewed pajamas for my brothers from soft flannels printed with tiny cowboys. She made me little pink or yellow dresses with pretty buttons shaped like flowers or kittens. My mother secretly sewed doll clothes for Christmas for my cousins and me. Everything looked like it came from an upscale store.
This is my mother’s Singer sewing machine which was equipped with the very latest options. The drawers of the cabinet had a wide array of thread colors, buttons, pins, snaps, zippers and scissors. I remember the hum of this machine as my mother’s hands guided the fabric pieces under the needle. Her head would be bent as she watched her most recent creation come together. She never had a sewing room, just a spot in the hall or the corner of a bedroom but it did not stop her from making delightful original items. She was always happy when she could find time in her busy schedule as mother of four children to sit & sew.
My mother’s machine has not been used in many years but it has a safe home in our house along with her mother’s sewing machine and my own sewing machines.
|The sewing machine cabinet|
Yes! I know that bent head with eyes and fingers keeping a straight seam. You have awakened my own memories of my mother who was an outstanding seamstress. Beautifully written, Colleen.ReplyDelete
Wendy, my mother was proud that she could sew & her dresses would look like they were store bought. I am proud that mine are hand made. Times change.Delete
Another family activity that will soon be just another loss art/activity.ReplyDelete
Charlie, my daughters and I all sew & have machines. I also belong to a large group of quilters. I know sewing is not as common as it once was but I hope it continues, now as a pleasure rather than a chore.Delete