For the past few weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about why I do what I do…specifically, why I sew.
I’m not sure what’s caused this sudden siege of introspection. I usually go about my business drinking sodas, sewing, playing with the kids, doing laundry, driving the carpool, doing the grocery shopping, mopping the floor, cooking the meals, and embarrassing myself in public all in a whirlwind everyday…and I don’t ever stop to think about why I do some of what I do.
But over the past few weeks as things have been particularly busy and I have been mulling over my habits as I’ve rushed around from here to there I think I’ve put a finger on one of the reasons why I sew.
Everyday is a whirlwind. So much to do and not enough time…and I don’t want to miss (or forget) a thing. Two minutes ago Ruth was a newborn but then I blinked and now she is almost 3. Where did that time go? All those precious moments…all that tender time?
I don’t scrapbook…but I sew…and when I pull out those handmade baby bibs and those sewn-during-naptime blankets I remember those moments….and that they happened…and that I loved every minute of them…and suddenly I am transported back in time and my mind is flooded with memories.
Those items are concrete evidence of time gone by. Time I want to remember. Time I never want to forget. When I see those items I made I remember the love I put into making them and the excitement that I felt swaddling or dressing my children in them.
Sewing for me isn’t about the item, mastering a technique, trying to fill time, or turning a profit. (Not that there is anything wrong with those reasons.) But for me it is about creating memories…and the more I’ve thought about it the more I realize that it is the plain and simple truth. And one of the central reasons why I sew.
Now I realize not everyone is as sentimental as I am…and I also have discovered that there are several other reasons why I sew…so as I have been contemplating about my own habits I’ve wondered why do others sew? What’s in it for them? Are they like me? Are there other reasons? Why do others do what they do?
So if you have a minute…and know your answer…and wouldn’t mind sharing…I’d like to ask, why do you sew?
This is a conversation I would like to continue…I hope you won’t mind sharing …