When I was a little girl, I discovered some of my mother’s childhood dresses and skirts in a closet. I loved them so much, I convinced my grandmother to make me a poodle skirt. I proudly it wore to school at age eight, complete with saddle shoes and a cardigan. That’s right, I was wearing clothes about thirty years out of date, and I felt gorgeous. I think everyone thought it was a phase.
Fast forward to adulthood: I’d been having a long love affair with historical clothes, be they antique, vintage, retro…I loved them all. I wanted them for my very own. Maybe I could make them? In 2009, I bought a sewing machine with very little idea what I was doing with it. I had a vague idea how to use it, because I had made some Halloween costumes with lots of help from my grandmother…and that was not a whole lot of experience. I had to read the directions for the machine to figure out how to thread a bobbin and set the thread tension. I had never made a whole garment on my own before, ever. There was this whole mysterious new world to explore, filled with terms like voile, french seam, and darts.
I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I had an Bachelor’s degree in Fine Arts and loads of determination. That had to be pretty good. I mean, what couldn’t I do with a winning combination like that? So I dove in and bought patterns, fabric and sewing books. At last. I could wear whatever I wanted, design my own clothes, and recreate looks from any era I chose. Oh, the things I could do with this machine! Alas, there was a problem. The skills I had were minimal, and in some cases, missing altogether. I shrugged, said “Here we go!”and got started on my very first dress. The thrill of discovery was addictive.
This blog is all about my journey from eager sewing beginner to…wherever I end up, because I’m not there yet. Thanks for joining me on the road to get there. Oh, and be prepared for kitty pictures. They love helping me sew.