From my mother to me
When I was asked if I wanted to join a blog tour organised by Victoria from As it seams about what we learnt from our mothers, it was quite simple, yes! Of course I would love to write about what my mother taught me, after all, it was her helping me all those hours of practicing when I was just a little girl bringing me where I am now…. And you know what? There will be a giveway as well, so make sure to keep on reading….
We would go upstairs, to the room where the magic happens (and it still does!). Discussing what project to start, find fabrics and then start to create, sew and unpick threads and of course becoming upset that it didn’t work out as how I wanted it to be…. Because that’s what belongs to the learning curve, yeah now I know…. ;). My mother had so much patience! Learning two daughters how to use the sewing machine, starting with little projects, making small bags for example. Later on, the projects would become more difficult.
I remember that when I was older (like early twenties) we would love to make these little Omiyage bags by hand. I would to go my parents house and my mother and me were sitting at the dining table for hours, thinking of what fabric we should use for a flower bag, a fly or a fish…. And then, when we both finished one, we would give the bag we made, to each other!
At 25 my parents gave me my own sewing machine. Hooray! Now I could create and practice more. Bags and pillow cases were created. Many of them. Of course I wanted to start right away and not think of a design. Just create. But of course, mistakes were made….. And there my mothers comes in again. My mother loves to find solutions. When I think I mess up, she always comes up with an idea to fix it. I just love that!!!
When Isabella was born in 2011 I started to sew her clothes, dresses and skirts of course! Yay, now I have my own room where the magic happens (at least, Isabella thinks so 😉 ). I love it, spending hours and hours sewing and creating. Every time I start a new project there are things that maybe would have been too exciting if I didn’t learn from my mother to start and try, think, see, and start over when needed…. So, come on you zippers, buttonholes, pleats, ruffles…..you don’t scare me anymore ;).
And now, she is at the side-line, as we’re not living in the same town anymore, so when I do mess up, I am giving her a call, trying to explain what I messed up. And even then she finds a solution. Ha, mom, you’re the best and I love you!
All this week there will be a team of bloggers posting their stories about their mothers. Here’s the line up;
Monday May 9
Tuesday May 10
Wednesday May 11
Thursday May 12