Stitches in time
A simple machine but so many memories are tied to it. This antique sewing machine belongs to my mother who received it from her grandmother as a gift. This is the sewing machine that I first learned on.
It all began with watching my mother turn a flat one dimensional piece of fabric into a three dimensional garment. Then my sister and I beg my mother to allow us to turn the handle on this beautiful hand-crank antique sewing machine.
Soon we would move to helping pin patterns, then cutting the fabric, then guide the fabric through this amazing machine.
It is amazing how much detail went into creating machines back in the 1800’s a far cry from the plastic machines of today! Beautiful details of stamped metal, smooth wood grain, and glossy black body capture your imagination.
This simple machine seems to encapsulate my childhood. Watching my mother craft wearable art inspired in me an unquenchable passion to create things with my hands. It was under her hands that I made my first stitches and under her guidance that I created my first garment. Although this is only a machine it is threaded into my childhood in an inseparable way. It is a link with my mother that entwines our lives together for both of us have stories tied to this machine–it is a part of the fabric of our lives.