I love to sew.
My grandmother and my mother taught me to sew when I was a kid.
When I was younger my grandma used to make shorts, tops and dresses for me.
My mom was more of a Vogue seamstress. She would make her own gorgeous, fashionable dresses. I still have some of her patterns. But they're like a size 2 or something insane like that.
In junior high I took Home Ec. One semester of cooking and one semester of sewing. Mrs. Meadows was our sewing teacher. I loved her. I think we were required to complete 3 projects. I, of course, over-excelled and made about a dozen outfits! I wish I would have kept some of the culottes I made way back then.
(my oldest daughter will have to look up culottes when she reads this;-)
Speaking of oldest daughter ... I made a lot of clothes for her when she was a baby and toddler. Then along came my son and I just didn't find the time to sew much anymore. I still made costumes for them at Halloween though. The mermaid, pirate, medieval princess and the gallant knight were so cool!
Anyhow ... I just don't get to sew as much as I used to. And I miss it. But I've got my machine out now and I'm working on costumes for our drama production of The Secret Garden. And of course it makes me want to start sewing cute outfits for my almost 4-year old now.
I made a trip to the fabric store, just to get some elastic and thread mind you.
But I got so incredibly side-tracked ... look out ... my heart started racing and my mind was spinning and I had to touch all the fabrics. It made me very happy.
It makes me wonder why we tend to let go of things. We all have hobbies and creative outlets that nourish our souls. But why do we let them fall by the wayside? I know life gets in the way, but there has to be a balance.
I'm still trying to find it.