My husband fixed my sewing machine. It no longer runs by itself. Well, I’ve only plugged it in once, but it did no spontaneous sewing during that time.
I am itching to start sewing more. I recently inherited my mom’s filing cabinet full of patterns and after two days of sorting, I have them straightened out. Some of the patters had been well-used ans scattered throughout her sewing room, so I had to find the envelope and tuck them back in.
Her sewing patterns had been acquired over several decades. Some I remember from flea markets. Some I picked out for special occasions. Easter. My brother’s wedding (eek.). Prom (WHAT was I thinking?) And some she inherited from friends and family. My favorites were the envelopes inscribed with my mother’s maiden name or my aunts’ names.
As I sorted through them I recognized dresses from my sister’s school pictures and scraps of fabric from my mother’s shirts. I also saw patterns that I had looked at a hundred times while trying to pick out a dress for my mom to make.
My husband was less than excited about the cache of menswear now available to him. Every leisure suit he could ever want – all we need is the perfect double-knit polyester.
He’s probably even less excited about the four boxes of dusty paper that now inhabit our guest room, but they bring back so many memories.