quiltnchik

When I'm having a bad day, all I have to do is walk into my studio and the stress just literally melts away. I call it my Zen...

leakus

My Grandma tought me to sew; she never quilted but I know she would love it and would have used every leftover fabric as a real quilter would do those days. I remember cold days in her bedroom where the treadle Singer machine was, sewing doll clothes or other projects.
These days, every time I am threading my machine I remember her when she asked me to thread the machine for her and after that her comment "what a sweet girl you are- Good keep your good sight" I wish I could have shared with her some of my today's projects and the beautiful fabrics and notions we have.

Lori S

My Mom insisted that we all learn to sew , and by HIgh School , I had to make all my own clothes. I remember her telling me once when I was "resisting" "that once you learn to sew .. You will never be bored". She was right. If I had to retire tomorrow , I still would not have enough time to make all the projects I have in mind.

tuesy

Sewing for me is a stress reliever. I take care of my disabled DH and our 2 kids (young teenagers) plus everything else that has to be done around here.. I"m the only one who drives so I do all the running of kids, taking DH to the Dr's, etc. When I get free time for just me, I retreat to my sewing area.

It so relaxing to me.. well unless I cut off a HST and it's a whole 1/4" off! :lol:

bjnicholson

I also had a wonderful MIL. My own mother died when I was a senior in high school. When I met my future MIL I was not quite "finished" yet. She took me under her wing and taught me to crochet and cook. I knew how to sew from school, but we spent many hours looking at fabrics and patterns. She died in 2008 at the tender age of 102 and I miss her every single day. She really "got" me. Knew what I liked (and I her) and helped in so many ways. When I'm at the machine she's always near.

G'ma Kay

My dad built roads in Alaska in the 50's and 60's, so we were out in the sticks with no towns nearby (because there wasn't a road there yet) so I learned to sew Barbie clothes when I was 6 or 7. I also learned to knit and crochet for the dolls.

quiltluvr

My very first quilt show. I was just awed what could be dreamed up and sewn together. It was fun to be around a crowd who were just as in love with quilting as I was.

Still feels the same.

Flying_V_Goddess

One of my favorite memories in sewing involved my senior prom. I wanted something different so I made this simple corset out of black vinyl which I wore with a black skirt and boots...ended up being twice because I screwed up the first one right before it was done. I worked on it every day for a whole week and got done with it half an hour before my ride to prom came. I didn't think it was anything incredibly special but someone had asked me "Hey, where did you buy that?" Had the worst time at prom, but my top looked nice.

Quilting memories? I haven't finished enough quilts to have many. I suppose my favorite would have to be when I finally got done with the evil denim quilt. It was the second quilt I made (the first being a simple baby quilt). I worked on it in the middle of May and we had no air conditioning at the time. I mostly worked on it at night with the window open for that reason, but it was still pretty humid at times. Practically the whole time I was quilting this, if I recall correctly, I watched the first box set of "Gundam Wing" (had yet to get the other set containing the second half of the season) over and over. Couldn't tell you how many times I swore at the quilt and sewing machine. I almost threw the quilt in the trash when my first attempt to sandwich the thing together with basting spray. But when it was finished it looked awesome!

nance-ell

My favorite sewing memory is also with my mother. I was doing some bridal consulting for extra money and decided that I could make nicer ring bearer pillows than you find in the store. Mother and I went all over town shopping for nice fabrics, ribbons, charms, etc. I bought a sewing machine (hers was broken) and we worked together in her dining room to complete the pillows. There are a few I can't part with because she and I both loved the fabric so much. She would be so amazed that I'm even attempting to quilt today.

I agree that hobbies are great friends. I have several and can always find something to do.