I’m rarely here at the moment for a variety of reasons, which I won’t bore you with. Most are positive, including my efforts to regain my lost sewing skills. As a small child I loved to find scraps of fabric that felt nice, had a pretty pattern or bright colours. I’d make clothes for my trolls and Sindy as neatly as I could. At school, in third year, my form mistress was Miss Jones, a dragon of a woman who rarely seemed to smile. I knew she liked me though, because I was the best reader. She also taught us how to sew a running stitch on gingham fabric, so we could keep straight lines, and to embroider little daisies.
One day she arrived with something ready cut for us, various colours in the shape of a teddy bear which she handed out, until she reached me. ‘I think you can manage something different Gillian, you can be the first to sew a donkey, with four legs’ Imagine how thrilled I was!
The material was the gingham again, but red and I remember it taking some time. Donkey also had a mane made of black wool that I think I must have had some help with.
At ten I made my first dress, with a Simplicity pattern, and pretty white cotton sprinkled with little blue flowers. Once in grammar school I flew, quickly learning how to achieve a really good finish, making dresses and skirts on the electric machines of the day.
Through my late teens and early twenties, life interrupted my sewing, but I did go back to knitting when a shop opened up close to the civic centre where I worked, that sold beautiful French yarn made by Phildar. Pregnancy and children as a stay at home mum gave me time to create again and I made some quite complex garments for myself, until dressmaking became less popular in the late 80’s and fabric shops virtually disappeared.
It was always the material that drew me to a garment and I’ve never lost my passion for it. I don’t know when things began to change, but my daughter became a work at home mum nearly five years ago and her stash of fabric for CSP’s was really tempting, so I made a top, my first garment for a very long time. It didn’t fit and that put me off for a while.The popularity of the Great British Sewing Bee, which I’ve only watched a few times has made dressmaking trendy again and shops are springing up. I got my sewing machine out, got frustrated with it’s limited features, and stewed for a few weeks about justifying spending lots of money. Would it be a fad that gathers dust?
Then one Saturday in May, a few days before my birthday, I walked to the sewing machine shop. I walked on purpose so that I couldn’t impulse buy. A week later I’d done my research on line, knew what I needed and had narrowed it down to 3 or 4 models. I drove home with a shiny new Brother.
Then my problems began. The machine was beyond my pea brain. So much has changed in the 35 years since I bought my old Toyota. There were happy hours choosing material, but then tears when things went wrong, like the needle that was supposed to thread itself. But stitch by stitch I’m getting my skills back and finding my way around the beast. So far I’ve made a tote bag, a top I like but the material isn’t very good quality, a gorgeous top that’s a size too big, but looks good on my friend and had my first go at stretchy jersey with a wearable result as long as you don’t look too closely.
Each item has mistakes, but most people wouldn’t pick them up. today I’ve finished these trousies, they fit, the fabric’s lovely and works with the pattern and I love them, hooray!
There’s still a mistake though 😉
Sorry for the ramble, this is my sewing journey so far 🙂
8 thoughts on “Wednesday with words”
Great article, and I love the trousers. Congratulations on getting back to enjoying something that has meant so much to you in the past.
By the way, is this “Wordy Wednesday” a new kind of challenge, or is it just your way of saying this isn’t a “Wordless Wednesday” post?
You are doing just fine and if you continue on to sew with your shiny new Brother’s machine, you will look amazing! My daughter found the love of sewing after my mother died and she had grandchildren and now she has so many machines, she is considering getting rid of a couple…but not her best ones…of course!
Wow Gilly, love the trousers – well done you! Now my story – I’ll be brief – was that I hated sewing with a passion. I found threading the machine more complicated than the theorem of Pythagoras! And as for reading a pattern – forget it! 🙂 I did knit for a few years though, starting with dolls clothes as you did, then went onto baby clothes, then I stopped – I had no patience for anything larger.
Interesting piece of writing Gilly, thoroughly enjoyed it. 🙂
Gilly, you are NOT a pea brain! Don’t you dare say that again. Well done for rekindling your passion, and for getting to grips with the new fangled machine – I have a friend here who is finding her latest machine quite a challenge….
oh, and love those trousers!
Loved your creative sewing journey and the trousies… look great on you. Happy August, my friend and happy sewings! xoxoxoxoxoxo
Clever clogs. I hate people like you who can do all these things and make their own clothes. I never grasped the essentials of sewing or cutting out, rather a pity, as even petite sizes have to be shortened for me, hem and arm-length which means a dress-maker. My husband’s father was a master tailor and my husband learned basic sewing as a child through to teens, so I never had to bother even when I got married, as he did all the button-sewing and hemming for me while he was alive.
This is so nice to read, Gilly. I was a spud at sewing. No patience at all but Mam could sew and Lisa is a constant source of amazement. I love those trousers! Suit you so well. Happy sewing busy bee 😍🐝💕
Well done ..great looking trousers Gilly!