I’m a big fan of vintage ads, and I ran across this one the other day:
I can’t help but wonder if the Susan they’re planning on sewing is the woman with the shocked expression, lower right corner.
Anyway, it made me think of the time I spent with my grandmother when I was young. My sister and I used to spend at least a week with our grandparents every summer, and one of the activities my grandmother had for us was learning to embroider.
I’m still thankful she took the time to teach me this old-fashioned skill. A lot of embroidered pillowcases and tea towels came out of those lessons. I took pride in creating a piece so neat and tidy that the back looked almost as good as the front.
It was my first foray into crafting. Later I got into knitting, crocheting, sewing (with very little success, I’m afraid), jewelry-making, and many other self-invented craft projects. There’s a wonderful sense of accomplishment when I finish a project and see it in use, or give it as a gift. And being a confirmed home-body, there’s nothing more satisfying to me than a cozy afternoon or evening at home with a project to keep my hands busy.
Today our son can sew a button, mend a tear, or create a hem better than I can. I think I showed him one time how to thread a needle and knot the thread, and then he was off and running.
I’m still working (though not very hard, as she has so little interest) on helping Oldest be a little more proficient at her own mending.
My biggest success in the “passing down my love of crafts” department is Middle Sister. Her interests lean more toward drawing, painting, and card making. But she can turn her hand to almost anything, and has been my partner in crime in the crochet revival taking place at our house in the last few months.
One day, maybe I’ll be the grandmother teaching my grandchildren the joy of crafting.