I feel like everyone has their own story as to why they began sewing. For some it was something passed down by grandmother or mother early on, for some the want of new clothes that fit and for some curiosity. My story came out of the need for a new hobby, something that was mine and that I could work on with something to show for it. It's not particularly romantic or interesting a story. I underwent major spinal surgery and after learning to walk and move around again I immediately felt the need to find something I could entertain myself with for the endless days at home.
My mother was never a dressmaking sewer, she can mend but her skills were never really passed down to me as her old machine went years before I was interested. The only things I have that link me to any sewing background are the boxed pinking shears from the 30s and a 1930s mccalls sewing book that belonged to my grandpapas first wife who was a dressmaker. I treasure these items! I like to think that her spirit lives on in those items and helps me persevere. I still use them and I like to think that she would be happy that they have been passed down and are still being used. I hope that in the future some of my sewing treasures are passed down and bring with them the love of sewing.
Here I was, sewing even though we had no furniture in our new house! Before we moved in my sewing machine would take up our whole dining table and I would be so upset to have to move it.
I wasn't always so dedicated though, and I do say 'dedicated' lightly....my sewing does slip during semester. My first proper exposure to sewing came like many others in the home economics class of my country public highschool. Lets just say things were not inspiring and things did not go well. I couldn't thread my machine, I think I nearly blew one up at one stage and I HATED making juggling balls. I never got the fabric I wanted and we spent weeks of sewing lines on paper. They should have called the class 'how not to make something look interesting and fun 101'. I put down my needle and thread and didn't pick it back up for years.
Since I picked it back up I haven't regretted it once. My love for sewing only gets deeper with every triumph and it has given me so much to work on. Part of my love for sewing stems from the fact that you will never stop learning and never stop getting better. There is always something to master and one of the best parts is being able to pull images from your mind and make them happen. It's not always easy and as a beginner I get angry sometimes that I am not better. I get disappointed when projects don't work out, it comes in waves but I wouldn't give it up.
Why did you start sewing?