I'm about to admit something terrible: Isabella has been on-and-off asking to learn how to sew for nearly a year. GASP! I know, what a sweet request. How could I not jump immediately on her interest, and the opportunity to sit by her side and teach her to stitch? Well, selfishness, I suppose. Partnered with a personal lack of patience and confident skill in that department, specifically.
Making the matter more tragic, I actually come from a family of quite talented seamstresses, and quilters; fanatics for needlework, knitting, and crochet. It's a shame really. I love sewing, I appreciate the handmade, and cherish all of my [several] family-made quilts, and potholders, and kitchen towels, dish rags, and washcloths, and bedding sets, slippers, scarves and curtains, even...
Belle's first piece has me absolutely beside myself. Boy, she was ready to learn! She focused all of her energies and summoned up an hour's worth of patience to create the most darling tiny pillow. She carefully measured and cut. She chalked out a small path for her first ever running stitch. Then she quickly went to learn the whip stitch, and danced it out neatly around the three open edges of her pillow. Ever gently, she stuffed it softly full, and closed it up.
Quietly on the couch in the warmth of the afternoon, threaded needle, steady stitching, her legs crossed and her tongue part way out in intense concentration. I looked at her with incredible undoing. The mental picture of my mother in this same position in so many of my memories. So comfortably. Just sewing like she always has. Even on her first attempt.
Thank you to Grandma Dubs, who let Bella sit at the machine with her nearly a year ago. Her first inclination and desire to learn. Thank you to Auntie A for the most charming book + sewing supply kit, complete with gorgeous awesome fabric that has Bella piqued and potentially hooked on cloth and thread. And to Grandma C for the super fantastic pint-sized sewing machine. For all the miles of thread to come, I am grateful to each of you for getting us started.
How lucky is the Little Miss [as well as myself ] to have such a sewing-supportive family.