Growing up there was one sound regularly heard in the late hours after us kids were all in bed. It was the sound of my mother's Bernina as she sat sewing at the dining room table.
I can't remember a time when my Mum wasn't sewing or mending something. Despite having a sort of mezzanine/craft room up in the back shed - think farm shed - not of the Country Style variety - a real farm shed, the sort you build with your neighbours using timber from the farm.
To get to the' sewing room' you passed all the metal bins full of various animal feeds and then fought your way up the stairs (due to the various boxes containing sewing projects that overflowed from the room and cascaded down the staircase forcing your ever closer to the edge with no rails). Once you made it into the room you were surrounded by a WHOLE LOT OF FABRIC (it is hereditary you see) and a view over the chookruns/gardens beds. It was nearly always a total mess and I can see why Mum choose to set up at the dining room table.
All of these thoughts came back to me as I set up my Bernina at my dining room table to sew & mend last night. The sound it makes is so familiar to me & the stitching so simple & solid when compared to the new Janome I have been using of late. I automatically slip back into Bernina-mode, dropping all those quirky Janome habits that have snuck in (like pushing down instead of up for the reverse button).
I started with the mending pile......
Tim rolled his eyes & muttered something about patching clothes within an inch of their lives and the fact they cost next to nothing to buy new. He doe have a point about my ability to patch a patch rather than throw out clothing that is otherwise fine, super comfortable or a favourite. But the bit about new clothing being so cheap......don't even get me started on that one. Anyone who has ever sewn clothing knows that someone (think women in a sweatshop) somewhere (mostly China) is missing out so we can buy our cheap clothing. Anyhow before I go on, & on, & on....
Tim is of course happy to be on the receiving end of my mending-ways
fixing shabby China-sewn favourites (again! I'll have resewn every seam on these soon)
I then got started on some sewing for an upcoming market (my first in over a year). I've been wanting to make up a smock style tunic using a heavier linen/cotton fabric. There was much indecision regarding what binding to use
The spots were my preference but I needed a navy spot to match the navy linen, so I went for the candy cane option
I liked the result but for a market this style of binding takes too long so I'll have to come up with an alternative that is faster to make. By the time I was finished (I really, really dislike pinning & gathering) I was really actually ready for bed but decided to finish a couple of other bits off. The first I'm-too-tired-to-be-sewing-anymore warning was sewing the leg cuffs on inside out.
Convinced this was actually a brilliant modification & would be far more comfortable for baby to wear I pushed on for ONE-LAST-THING, at which point I overlocked into the strap of a dress. After much cursing & blaming of the overlocker I packed up & went to bed.
More creative spaces than you could ever imagine over at Kootoyoo. Take a packed lunch.
P.S. Mum, the reason I was set up on the dining room table was that I couldn't get to the other machine due to the MESS!