October 13, 2010 by Ellen V
I would really like to own a sewing machine.
I don’t have lofty goals of making my own clothes or sewing quilts for every member of my family or anything. It’s just that, ever since I can remember, my mom could always patch a hole in my jeans or hem the pants that were too long. I’d like to do those things, too!
My personal sewing history goes something like this: I learned simple cross-stitching sometime in primary school, and I love to work on pillow cases and table runners and other simple kits. Then, in junior high, I took Quilt Camp in the summers. My first product was a warm but sub-par flannel quilt, but the second year I put together a quilt nice enough for my parents to keep on their bed for several years. For my age, I
was pretty handy with the sewing stuff! Since then, I must admit, I’ve regressed.
Yesterday morning I had to sew a few buttons that had fallen off a sweater, and I was simply embarrassed for myself.
There are a few skills at which I’d like to be adept. I’d like to be able to sew buttons. I’d like to be able to hem a pair of pants. I’d like to be able to sew on some little one’s Boy Scout or Girl Scout patches. I’d like a decent tool with which to do it.