Wednesday is Sewing Day
My very first and only sewing machine was a gift from my father when I graduated from high school and enrolled in the College of Home Economics. My father taught me how to sew. I would love to know how he learned. It would not surprise me if he taught himself this craft.
Well, that state of the art Pfaff served me well but after a very fruitful life and gradual demise and it was time for something new. I purchased a Husqvarna with many of the modern bells and whistles. It is a beautiful machine and I am so afraid to even touch it! So far I have only done alterations and mending while I build my confidence.
A home ec friend that had done some sewing for me when I was deeply entrenched in my real estate career recently tracked me down at my new address. She had a beautiful piece of fabric that I had left for her to make me an outfit! She happened to be driving past my little town, dropped it off and it is now my project. I have an instant, and free, outfit - should I accept the challenge. Now the real challenge is to muster up the courage to cut and sew.
Can you even imagine that at one time women spent their Wednesdays sewing? It could be a blessing or a curse. I would love to have the freedom to spend my Wednesdays sewing without any other obligations. I wonder if those women from my mother's era felt the same. Would this have been a respite from the daily grind or a chore? I vividly remember the many hours my mother spent with her needlework and I know it was a wonderful escape from the day to day chores for her. Perhaps that is why I cannot imagine my life without sewing.
Follow my 5 week journey recreating the weekly schedule of women in the past:
Monday is Washing Day
Tuesday is Ironing Day