I also had dreadful experiences of teachers at school, enough to put anyone off sewing for life. Absolutely nothing about the JOY of making your own clothes, expressing your personality, and most of all how easy it is. Not helped by the school sewing machines forever going wrong, or I suspect being deliberately sabotaged, by pupils.
Nevertheless, I had a real problem getting clothes, especially trousers for my long legs, my greatest asset, only I could never get trousers to fit anywhere. Long fitting trousers didn’t exist in 1968! After making my first pair, with about 3" added to the length, I realised that it was easier and cheaper than trying to buy some.
My real sewing “career” started when I lived in Western Australia, 1,000 miles north of Perth. In those days the main road to Perth was still dirt, not tarmac. (I have to laugh sometimes when watching Outback Truckers sometimes, they really like to make any thing into a drama) We lived in a brand new mining town, with an all purpose shop, which sold a limited amount of fabric and patterns. I only had two cotton dressess, desperately needed more. My neighbour lent me her machine, until I bought my own, and i’ve been sewing ever since. In WA, while my husband was working, I would make a blouse on Saturday and a dress on Sunday, just to pass the time away. In the busiest years, as a multiple carer running a business, there just wasn’t time to sew. Now I’m just a part time carer, and widow, I have more time again.
I like watching the Sewing Quarter channel, lots of ideas to do incredibly sophisticated stuff. I can never see the point of patchwork, cutting fabric up into little pieces and stitching it back together in a different order, but the results are beautiful. Most of my things just involve two front pieces, two back pieces and armhole facings, with a zip or buttons so I can get in and out easily.
So many people say to me “You are clever, I can’t sew” but I’m sure I could teach anyone to sew. I’m a great advocate of “Slow Sewing” these days. I only cut out when I’m on my own, and have the large kitchen table all to myself. Once it’s all cut out, everything I need goes into a plastic tray or box. Everything takes as long as it takes. Sometimes I take my sewing box to my garage bedroom about 8.30, when my son on shift work goes to bed. Then I can pin or tack or sew (one of my machines folds out of the desk in my bedroom) until I want to go to sleep. It doesn’t matter if I just do one seam, one hem, sew on one button. I’m doing it for ME.
My GP was worried about my blood pressure, so told me the get my own monitor.
Late evening, sewing, watching Sewing Quarter, my blood pressure readings were way below what they were in the surgery!
If I sew before bed, I always sleep better. Well that’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it!!!