Lost Along the Way

I was laughing at myself a little while ago.  I remembered I was going to sell my sewing machine.  I was angry and no longer had time to sew.  I was going to change my world and my world did not include the hokey craft of sewing.  This was many many years ago and obviously I kept the sewing machine or I wouldn't have a sewing blog.  I thought about that thought for a moment as I have a room full of fabric, patterns, and notions waiting to transform into clothes.  A complete, planned out wardrobe for work.  Pants, tops, skirts, and matching cardigans.  Instead I've sewn two Halloween costumes and a retro party dress.  I've replaced a zipper in a coat and will replace some letters on a football jersey.  The work wardrobe waits and hangs over my head, but the point is, I still have time to sew.

That's the laugh.  I remember how I felt that day.  I didn't want to sew anymore.  It was a useless, dated "hobby" that never profited me.  In reality, it hasn't.  I've not become rich repairing a little girl's dress, countless costumes and uniforms, dance troupe skirts, the list would continue back in time to a full wardrobe for my niece as well as my son.  However, sometimes it feels like some other wordly magic occurs when I hold up a finished piece regardless of what it is, a quilt, a dress, shorts, a skirt, a uniform, scrubs.  It is an amazing act of giving that cannot be measured or duplicated.