Perhaps not unusually or uncommonly it's in my blood. Sewing is in me! Although don't take that as me growing up watching my mother/grandmother/auntie sewing. I didn't. I was a tomboy. Much more likely to be found out side, up a tree, building a den and playing football. unless it was a particularly rain infested day, then, and only then would I be found inside playing with my barbie dolls.
But yes, sewing is in my family I come from a long line of sewers, knitters and a tailoress. I haven't inherited the knitting gene though.
On my mothers side, both she and my nan could knit very well and sew a little too. My great-grandmother (my mothers nan) was an accomplished sewer, she even had a 'proper' singer sewing machine, treadle and all.
As a child I use to wander off and sit and treadle at the machine, with the lid still on without my nan knowing. Much to my mothers annoyance, when she'd find me doing this I would get the obligatory
'I've told you not to touch that, if nan see's you she'll go mad'!
The tailoress was also on my mothers side too, some great auntie of hers. Plus another sewer somewhere, who use to make my mothers clothes as a child.
It doesn't stop there. My fathers mother was an extremely cleaver sewer, knitter, cake maker and whatever else she put her hands too! which oddly, when my father first asked my mother about me 'where does she get her sewing from' it's with no doubt my mother raised her eyebrow at him or two!
So it's on both sides of the family.
So where does my story start. With a toy sewing machine of course.
I think I was four maybe, I'm sure it didn't have a needle either, (well it was a toy) I was suppose to pretend but that never sat well with me. I always wanted the real deal. I quickly tired of trying to sew tissues together with no avail.
Then my sewing adventures stopped for a while.
I started to draw and got creative with paper instead.
It wan't until I was fourteen, and always haven been tall for my age, I became one of the shortest. All my trousers had to be altered.
Now wonder webb is great for a quick fix, but not on jeans and being the little hipster that I was (although a grungy hipsters, yep I had a grunge fase) wonder webb did not cut the mustard for me, nope I wanted a proper sewn hem at the bottom of my jeans. I wanted ....... a sewing machine!
The thing is about the sewing machine was at the time I was (shamefully) afraid of them.
Seriously. I refused to go near the one in school and timely went on holiday at the end of every academic year, two weeks before school finished thus avoiding using the sewing machine. (we only had a few weeks of home economics a year and that only lasted until we were 14). but I wanted a sewing machine!
Dubiously I acquired two off my fathers mother, Nana, but neither worked and looked more than ready for the scrap heap. At the same time. My interest in making clothes, altering them and designing them grew massively. I use to design clothes I wanted to wear, pleated skirts, dresses and sporty tops (I was a tomboy remember a grungy tomboy at this point who like sport and fashion Wtf??)
I use to make my tops into crop tops, frey the bottom of jeans, cut holes, distress them and turn them into shorts, sewing sequins onto clothes and fringe jersey tops. I had also learnt to sew trousers by hand rather than use wonder webb. (clever me)
Around 16/17 I acquired my very first sewing machine. With my phobia still a large I honestly didn't touch the sewing machine for a few months, before curiosity got the the better of me. And boy once I started I didn't stop. I bought cheap stretch material and proceed to make a boob tube. Easy to make. Not exactly remember I knew nothing about sewing at this point. It did fit eventually with trial and error but it wasn't very good. 1" Stretch elastic anyone. nope not a clue.
I proceeded though determined to triumph, and the more I wanted to triumph the stronger my determination got.
How did you start sewing?
Tune in tomorrow for more tales of how I started sewing.