sewbeadit

When you first noticed someone sewing, was it your mother, aunt, etc. What age and do you think that had anything to do with you going on to sew later in life? I remember my mom cutting fabric on the table and I would sit under it and I loved to hear the scrunching of the scissors on the table. She also had a spangle, is that what that big iron thing is? I loved the smell of her ironing the clean fabric. That was when I was 3 and 4, later when I was 12, she started sewing again and then I took over and have never stopped.

Aubrey'sQuiltingCreations

My mother was always sewing and when we went to grandmas she was always sewing and had a project cutting out on her kitchen counter and a quilt in the frame in her dining room. I guess if i don't have some type of project spread out somewhere I feel lost and so almost lost.......I hope that makes sense.

deemail

i think you're thinking of a 'mangle'...but i love the idea of 'spangle'....sparking, happy ironing!!! I have one now myself because of

MoanaWahine

I remember my mom sewing when I was young. Do not remember at what age, but she did do some at home. That is on top of the job she had to sew clothes. My Aunt (her sister) also sewed clothes all the time and worked for the same company but at different locations. I would say that I got into sewing because of my mom. Stopped sewing in my late teens, but picked it back up in my early 30's and have not stopped since. Do not like making clothes, but love making Quilts and crafty items

dlong

Both of my grandmothers saved all their feed and flour sacks for my mom and she made ALL of my clothes until I was old enough to do my own. My first winter coat was my dad's wool pea coat from the navy repurposed to a coat for me. Guess underwear and socks were the only things she bought for me until I was nearly grown.

ptquilts

My mom always made dresses for me and my sis. I can remember standing on the table for the hem to be marked, and if I got fidgety, she would say, "maybe I should give this to some other little girl who will appreciate it more."

I definitely got my love of sewing from her.

RenaB

I do not remember my mother sewing. She would repair clothes every now and then but nothing of interest. It wasn't until later that I know a sister in law of a friend that made drapes for a living and I was in awe at the beauty she made. I still did not get the bug until my daughters friends mother made her a quilt. The awe came back, the bug bit, and I just had to learn.

davis2se

My Mom, God bless her, could not sew a button on. But I had an Aunt who was a magnificent seamstress, and once I saw her sitting at her machine, I SO wanted to learn too. My folks, who could ill afford it with seven kids, somehow stretched the budget and bought me a little Singer sewing machine and lessons at the local Singer sewing center for Christmas when I was about 11. I've been sewing, and loving it, ever since. I didn't get into quilting until about 5 years ago. And in regards to the "spangle" mentioned above. My Mom had one of those, and I also loved sitting with her and watching her iron. My Dad was an Air Force pilot, and she would iron his flight suits - replete with about 21 zippers - to perfection!!! Wow, I sure miss my Mom.

Caroline S

I also remember my mother making dresses for my sisters and I. One year she made Easter dresses for us out of organza as I remember. She did not bind the seams and those dresses were a torture to wear. The organza was stiff and the unbound seams were like a row of fine needles sticking into our skin. I began sewing at about 8 years old on a treadle then graduated to a Featherweight at about 10 years. I made almost all of my dresses and skirts until my late teens when I went to work.

nhweaver

When I was young, my mother was one of the few mothers with a job. She and her sisters worked in a slip factory. She was a piece worker and would get paid on how many she did each day. She only used her sewing machine for repairs at home. Years later, she would make clothes for herself, and specialty clothes for my dad, as he suffered a stroke. My "sewing" memories are sitting on the stairs of the factory with the other kids after school, waiting for our mothers. The ownera were a nice couple and he used to give the girls pieces of lace and odds and ends to make clothes for our dolls. Now I know that the factory was a sweatshop, she worked hard.