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Saturday, December 12, 2009

Learning to Sew

A little girl and her creative mind at work. It appears I am making some kind of an outfit for my doll. I wonder what the outfit looked like when it was complete.

It is funny to see me with such big scissors. Now-a-days people would throw a fit if a child had sharp adult scissors.

My Mom taught me and my sisters (at least the older two) how to sew at a young age. When I was a teenager I took sewing lessons from a lady down the street and made all kinds of clothes for myself. I even made a wool skirt and vest and entered a "Make it Wool" contest. I loved sewing.

When I was in my twenties I bought an old sewing machine from my girl friend's mother. It was a good sewing machine and I made lots of fun things with it, including my son's quilt on his bed and the curtains in his window.

The only sewing I do now-a-days is on my scrapbook pages, but I am still happy I know how to sew.