This season’s Project Runway had me enthralled. I looked forward to Wednesdays. For a show on tv, a damn reality show. And yes, I am glad Jeffrey won, I was pulling for him from the very beginning even though he had tattoos all over his neck, punk hair, and a bad attitude. The dude was an ex-drug addict, a former homeless person. It’s not just that he was the underdog that had me pulling for him. He rocked the runway.
I grew up watching my mother sew. She loved doing costumes, Barbie clothes, and gorgeous dresses for me. She never used a pattern. She would take a newspaper, put it up against my back and draw her pattern like that. No instructions.
When I was a teen, I wanted a tennis dress, a special one. I couldn’t afford one anyway, so I busted the piggy bank, bought a pattern and some fabric and taught myself how to sew. I never was able to make things without patterns, but I sure did make a lot of pretty dresses for my little girls. And tons of costumes.
My girls have also done some sewing and have worn their “creations” to school. Elemetary school. I was afraid for them going to school like that with some Frankenstein-stitch looking skirts. Turns out the other kids liked it and wanted some custom skirts too. It worked wonders for their self esteem and I made a big deal out of their bravery. Sewing rocks!