This Sunday, I’m participating in “Stream of Consciousness Sunday”, hosted by Jana of Jana’s Thinking Place. The idea is to type for 5 minutes, a brain dump of sorts, and then to publish without editing the writing at all.
I’ve taken over a big portion of the dining room table this week. My throbbing upper back can attest to the hours spent sewing, bent over the machine like a near-sighted Christmas elf. I’m sewing shoes, yes… but I’m also really enjoying other little projects for our home.
I’ve hoarded quite a lot of spare material over the past few years — favorite t-shirts and dresses that didn’t fit anymore, or had too many holes to wear to school or work, but were too well-loved to throw out or donate. These treasured articles of clothing are slowly being turned into napkins, because it makes no sense (to me) to buy paper napkins that will go straight into the trash, when we can make our own to wash and re-use.
I have a beautiful collection of handkerchiefs, which once belonged to my grandmother and her mother. These have been carefully hand-washed, ironed and pinned to a length of hand-sewn bias tape for a vintage valance curtain in our living room. It makes me smile just to walk into the room and see these beautiful things and their bright colors.
I have plans for pillows, curtains, a chair cover… so many things.
In my boxes of old business inventory, I found a huge box of every color thread that you can imagine — from fire reds to lemon yellows, sunset oranges to deep magenta pinks, metallic copper, rainbow variegated, a color for every imaginable project. I remember debating whether I should sell the box of thread, and I am so glad that I decided to keep it.
It’s so very satisfying, teaching my daughters how to thread the machine and run a bobbin. They pick out the fabric and coordinating thread, and then supervise every step of the various projects, just like they did when they were very little and I was a full-time sewing business owner.
These are the moments that they will always remember, I hope… when their mother taught them how to turn a house into a home with a needle and thread.