Friday, August 6, 2010
Sewing simplifies everything.
I have been without a sewing machine for over two months now. I so desperately NEED to sew something. It's a strange thing. I grew up in a craftless home. Sure, my mom would sew a button on my dad's shirt or something but that's as far as she ever went crafting. I never thought that I would ever sew, let alone NEED to sew. The craftiest person I know is my Grandma Mae. She worked at a sewing factory until she retired like years and years ago. She would make me shirts and stuff. She crochets like a mad woman and knows the ins and outs of a sewing machine. But until I was 23 years old, I refused to sew. I'd balk at the mere thought of me sitting at a table hunched over at a sewing machine. After the birth of my daughter, something switched on. And it was a sewing machine. The gentle hum of a sewing machine comforts me in a way that I've never experienced before. It's the ultimate therapy for me. When I am angry, I sew until I forget what I was mad about. When I am sad, it makes me smile. When I don't have my sewing machine, I just go crazy. So, I am crazy now. But not too crazy to sew. When I am sewing, nothing is complicated. Sewing simplifies everything.