on becoming a sewer
For all the stitching I do, I don't think I've ever thought of myself as a sewer. A crafter, yes. An embroiderer, definitely. Someone who enjoys some hand sewing, sure. But never a sewer.
Actually, when I was younger I sewed more than I have in recent years, and it was always on this sewing machine. My grandma's sewing machine. My great grandma's sewing machine. The person I was named after.
Yesterday I opened it up and sewed.
Prior to this, I've been doing more and more sewing on things that haven't been shared yet, and I've been getting more comfortable with my mom's machine. I stand as I sew, with the sewing machine on the kitchen counter, which my mom finds odd, but it works for me.
Going back to this old White with the knee lever was different. I struggled. The tension felt off when it wasn't, the bobbin winds strangely, and threading it was easy which made it confusing. Things got caught and I got frustrated. But I sewed.
And I will continue to sew as I am finding myself becoming a sewer.
Posted Saturday, March 09, 2013