If it weren’t enough that I look almost exactly like my mother, I also copy a lot of her moves.
She likes to be healthy…me too.
She likes Mexico…me too.
She likes live music…me too.
She likes muffins…me too.
She likes art…me too.
A trip to her house is never complete unless it includes an art project. Fortunately, her artistic endeavors are a bit different than mine. To me, her studio is a foreign land full of pottery supplies, mosaics, and sewing supplies including multiple machines and actual project patterns. When I’m there it’s a new adventure of art exploration.
This time I tackled a sewing project. I know what you’re thinking…but Sarah, you sew.
And to that I say…just because I can sew together rectangles doesn’t mean I know the first thing about sewing.
My mom has been sewing since she was a kid. It’s one of her life’s passions. She can sew anything. As a child, I remember that she’d sew matching dresses for herself, my sister, and I. She’s sewn prom dresses for me, and when I needed a wedding dress I went to her. Because she loves sewing clothes so much, she’s always tried to share the enthusiasm with my sister and I. Until last week, I’d never gotten further than the scarves and hoods. And unless you count the one time I made that awesome carpetbag; I’ve never attempted to follow a pattern. My mother and I had gone to Joann Fabrics and picked up too much inspirational fabric for me not be inspired to dive, head first, into a project.
I chose the simplest dress pattern I could find. As luck would have it, its looks were not deceiving, and with my mom as my guide I was able to complete the dress in one week. Go me!
My mom was so pleased with my work that she told me I had to take the pattern and some extra fabric home and sew another version of the dress immediately so that I would not forget all that I had learned. I took the pattern, but there’s no chance of me sewing another dress any time soon. Sorry mom, but I’ve got my own art world that needs some attention.
