Nothing like getting pregnant to light a fire under my @$$ to do things that I've been meaning to do for months, nay, years! I've dabbled in my knitting and collected many pattern books, but haven't ever gotten serious about it to take it to the next level. Same with sewing. I got a wonderful shiny new sewing machine from Momma B the Christmas before last, but have never actually taken it out of the box. The project list has stacked up and the patterns have multiplied.
Then like magic, Groupon offered a steal for three sewing classes. And I bought it, excited and ready. That was in August. I finally attended my first class tonight.
I forgot just how much I love sewing, love being creative and creating. I forgot how much the sound of a sewing machine makes me feel loved and at home. My grandmother sewed for us growing up and my mother is to this day an avid quilter. There is something that intrinsically links me to these women as that needle pierces fabric and takes shape. Apparently, I've felt this for the last few years as the desire has always been there, but it took getting pregnant and having a very definitive goal (with a deadline, no less) ahead of me to push past that invisible barrier and truly get it. Call it old-fashioned, corny, romantic, but I love the idea of holding up the traditions of my maternal family line. I now know a little of what it feels like to want to pass this love of craft down the line further.
Tonight's foray into the sewing world was nothing spectacular or extraordinary, but it was a breakthrough nonetheless and I came home to Momma B breathless with excitement like a little girl. I'm hooked. (I've already bookmarked future classes - and, yes, some knitting classes are included.)
So I present to you the finished product. The first handmade item for our babies' nursery. Pure love.