Today I am grateful for learning from this youtube video, featuring my Mom, that she bought one of her sewing machines the year I was born. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Similarly, the year my second child was born I got my first sewing machine.
This is what my Mom’s “treasure” looked like and what I and my three sisters (and maybe brothers?) learned to sew on.
I joke that I grew up with Martha Stewart. Mom earned a degree in home economics with a minor in nutrition. These served her well! She managed to raise six children on a budget which allowed my father to retire at the young age of 57 and then they traveled the world.
These are some of the many outfits Mom made with that sewing machine. That is cute me in the middle, with my first Barbie who would soon have her hair chopped short thanks to my brother Bill’s influence.
When I was a bit older, I remember one year, right before Christmas, Mom brought me into her bedroom. Where she had her sewing machine set up. She blind folded me. Then undressed me and dressed me again. All with the blindfold on. She would not even let me touch the material, as she did her fitting. When she was done working that day I went into her room and looked everywhere, even in the trash, for a scrap of material, or a piece of thread, but sadly there were no hints of what she was making me. She was good at hiding her evidence. It wasn’t until years later that her cedar chest hiding place was revealed to me.