It feels good to finish a project from beginning to end, even if it does take an eternity. I dried the lavender from our garden and finally sewed a pouch to store it in. I made this without a pattern, so it isn’t the best, but it serves its purpose! Good practice anyway!
This sewing exercise was NOT FUN!!
A good teacher recognizes your potential. A great teacher will push you to work harder and go the extra mile. A good teacher is very hard to find. I found one!
I started sewing lessons at a local small business this year. The shop owners offer a garment sewing class one night a week. It has been very hard to attend class on a consistent basis with holidays and personal commitments but I stuck with it!
For my first project, I was sure to purchase the pattern that looked easiest to me. At some pointMy plan was to build my confidence by making something easy. Sounds like a great plan, right? Well, my teacher had another plan.
This class is really nice because there are only four students. The teacher tends to each student, giving others time to work on their piece. The first week I learned about the right and wrong sides of fabric. We also worked on adjusting and cutting the pattern to suit my measurements.
I figured I would have this garment completed in a few classes. After all, I chose the easiest pattern in the store! It doesn’t even have sleeves or a collar! But, as we went along, she suggested I learn French seams. She said it was a lot more work, but an investment in my future sewing. Anything with French ahead of it is always sounds good to me – french fries, French bulldog etc. Great! Well, not so great. It took lots of concentration and attention to detail, which is not my strong point. I made a few mistakes while attaching the French seam to the garment. I became very acquainted with a seam ripper (for those who don’t sew, it is a tool to undo the stitches).
I (we all) are fortunate to have small businesses like this, where we can learn these life skills. The more I shop in big box retail stores for clothes, the more frustrated I become as the quality of clothing is horrific. I notice it even more now with a slightly more mature sewing eye.
And finally, a small token for myself from my wedding dress repurpose. Here are some small scraps of fabric, a small flower from the belt and the buttons.