I sew for dolls. I sew for babies (front bonnet in photo). I sew dolls for babies, too. My ‘work’ makes me smile. I used to shy away from telling people what I do because it seems to need a lot of explanation.
“Real babies?” friends ask. Yes, I smile. Little people. My friends may be confused because I started out costuming dolls. (That took a lot of explanation as well, all by itself. “Dolls?” people would ask.)
Well, yes. And when I meet people who get it, who get me, the greatest conversations take place. I’ve made new friends, and heard wonderful stories of dolls and grandmothers and mothers and sewing and learning to sew.
I have met other sewists, like me, who love fabric. Just to see it, touch it, and imagine what it might become.
My best friend and I both sew. We discuss sewing challenges along with life challenges, what we’re grateful for, and our families. I call her “C” and she calls me “N.” When I get stuck, I call her. She’s an amazing seamstress who works in adult size.
When we get to feeling like we want to make a trip to one of our favorite fabric shops, we confer about how to make it work with our schedules. C will make a suggestion and then add, “put that in your bonnet and let it swirl around.” Decoded, it means our decision can wait.
The idea swirled around in my bonnet for a short time to resume writing. And then I knew it was time. Time to get my thoughts out and jot them down.
Thanks for joining me!
The lovely bride in the photo is my grandmother. My father’s mother. We called her Grandmother. Very proper. She, along with Nana and Mom, instructed me in proper sewing from a very early age.
Every time I take up needle and thread to do handwork, Grandmother’s instruction about tiny stitches comes to me. She told me that her mother would not abide large or irregular stitches and made little Ruth Hazel remove all of them if her work was not up to standard.
I remember feeling a twinge upon hearing this story. I knew that the handwork I was able to create at the time would not have passed muster. Was I six years old? nine? O, the influence that story carried.
To this day, I feel her love. And remember stories she told that I know now carried more than just memories of her up-bringing. They helped prepare me for Life.
Each of the items I sew require some handwork. I make tiny, practiced stitches in her honor. And smile.
What skill did you learn early in life that, when you use it today, makes you smile in the memory of learning it?
My mother (the child on the right in the group photo) was my first sewing teacher. And so much more. What I know of sewing applies to life. And to prepare me for life, Mom started me off with adopting a positive attitude, perseverance, and curiosity. She also prepared me to grow spiritually. She does so to this day.
I have vivid memories of her patience with me when I was starting out. We sewed doll clothes for Barbie, troll dolls, and others.
My memory includes being encouraged to use the ‘big’ sewing machine and read the patterns on my own.
I marvel now at her confidence in me when I was so young. And now I have come full circle, using my sewing skills to express myself in a way unmatched in excitement. I enjoy photography, sketching, reading. But I love to sew.
What a gift! Thank you, Momma!
I found the Portuguese word for beginning on a blog after I fell in love with a fish.
This being my first entry for my new blog, I decided to use it. And the fish?
This was Not Just Any fish but a whimsical fish. Someone pinned a photo to Pinterest. I fell in love and decided to click back to its origin. (This process reminds me of Alice plunging down the rabbit hole. More about Alice later.)
I discovered Matilde Beldroega and found two fish. Delightful!
A month ago, my new friend, K, asked what inspires me. I thought about that. Then I started coming up with a list. Not a complete list. The possibilities for inspiration are limitless; what can limit me is my unwillingness to see.
These fish inspire me.
And the sweet doll clothes that my grandmother (my Nana, whose photo accompanies this post) made for my mother when she was a little girl. I still have them.
Heirloom details, such as tucks and lace, from old children’s clothes inspire me.
Fabric can, too. I will see a particular print or texture, and imagine right then how to use it.
The other night, I was riding BART and thinking about making cloth dolls. I became fascinated with calves and shoes and cuffs.
O! and the view of San Francisco Bay out my kitchen window inspires me with its ever-changing colors.
What inspires you?