Sewing, Sewing and more Sewing
“I thought you could already sew!?” my aunty responded when she found out I was joining sewing classes
“Well…Yeah….I can sew….I just need to…fine tune my technique...” I replied reassuringly.
I know the basics of sewing, I can use a sewing machine, I could make you a cushion, a brooch perhaps but when it comes to clothes I can’t do it without my mum. I know the “theory” behind it but when it comes to the “execution” I just can’t do it… I end up making mistakes, getting frustrated, having to unpick things (I’m not one to hate things but I HATE unpicking stitches) then getting even more frustrated and so it’s up to my mum to sort it all out. That’s why I haven’t really sewn anything major since, well since I started uni, I ended up hating sewing and it just annoyed me. But the start of Ramadan brought with it less time spent in f
ront of the T.V. and on the computer, leaving more time for reading the Quran and other activities. So I thought I’d start sewing again. What started of as a little bit of appliqué (“shaped pieces of fabric sewn on a foundation fabric to form a design or pattern” (courtesy of Encarta dictionary, for you non-sewing types :)) became a whole wall hanging depicting the four seasons to give to the nursery where my mum works, it was also the very nursery I went to at a time when the world was a much bigger place *looks to Mishy and gives a knowing wink*. (sorry about the picture......it really is rubbish)
ront of the T.V. and on the computer, leaving more time for reading the Quran and other activities. So I thought I’d start sewing again. What started of as a little bit of appliqué (“shaped pieces of fabric sewn on a foundation fabric to form a design or pattern” (courtesy of Encarta dictionary, for you non-sewing types :)) became a whole wall hanging depicting the four seasons to give to the nursery where my mum works, it was also the very nursery I went to at a time when the world was a much bigger place *looks to Mishy and gives a knowing wink*. (sorry about the picture......it really is rubbish) It so happened that at the same nursery some sewing classes were starting, which my mum enrolled me on (most likely to give someone else the joy of teaching me to sew clothes!). I have to say I LOVE IT. It reminds me of why I fell in love with sewing in the first place, I remember I was fascinated with how the simple act of a needle pulling thread could produce such amazing results.
After attending a few classes I’ve realised I am just “fine tuning” my technique. I’m learning the “proper” way of doing things rather than my own random made up ways, which aren’t that far from the proper methods anyway. Most of all though I don’t find sewing annoyingly and laborious, I’m enjoying it :D
4 comments:
oo la LA! i likes it very much :) i finally got round to doing up my dairy will post soon.
Love you and your way of warming up my day ;) will post about that to, maybe, its the intention that counts right?
intention is a start but you need to do it too!!!
I love the tapestry/hanging thing! Its got a charm to it, I can just imagine a 9 year old girl concentrating so hard her tongues poking out of her mouth whilst she tries to do everything "just so". :)
Ohh that nursery, the fun we had there together eh my love?
lol whatver Mishy, it's supposed to be for children i'ts not going be depicting the Mona Lisa or something...although a nine year old could probably do it..after all it is just cutting shapes and sewing em on a piece of fabric....like glorified cut and stick really...)
haha...erm...yeah all the fun!!
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