I feel in love with 'Needle and Thread' at age six. I remember it vividly....sitting next to my Mother as she sewed my clothes on a Singer Treadle Machine. My stitches were far from perfect, but to me they were the means to my dream end...the SEWING MACHINE. It was the most fascinating and magical machine with the rhythm of the treadle pedal, the hum of the wheel, and the stitching of the fabric as it flowed through the feed dogs.
The Heart of my sewing machine collection is Mother's old Treadle Singer and my first very own machine...a 1965 Kenmore from my parents on my 18th birthday. My first stitches on the Singer were made while sitting in Mother's lap. She worked the treadle pedal and guided my hands as I stitched doll clothes. In between sewing doll clothes, I graduated to aprons then to blouses and before she knew it, I had taken over Mother's electric Singer and sewed clothes for myself and my younger sisters. Doll clothes stayed on my sewing project list through my sisters Barbie's and then my granddaughters Barbie Dolls. Several years ago, my long lost walking doll, Sarah Jane, came back in my life and doll clothes are once again on my sewing table.
As a six year old, I surely must have said...
"When I'm a grown-up woman,
With my hair up on my head,
I'll sit and sew 'til very late
And never go to bed!"
And I do! It's what happens...When Mothers Let Us Sew!