Pattern books on a table caught my eye as I was walking past this evening. I haven’t bought a pattern in more than a decade, maybe two. But something prompted me to sit down and start flipping through. It was just curiosity about what styles I’d find.
No sooner had I pulled the first heavy book toward me than I flashed back to sitting next to my mom, looking at patterns when I was much younger.
My mom sewed for me many times and I loved her creations. Unfortunately, I was an obnoxious kid at times and would act very “put upon” when she wanted me to try something on. She was too kind to tell me to stop that foolishness. I wish I had stopped that foolishness!
Regardless, tonight I relived those happy moments of looking at patterns and watching my mom say she could put this collar on that blouse, or make the sleeve longer, or whatever I had in mind. She was a gifted seamstress, and I loved what she made. She had the idea that I would prefer “store-bought” clothes, but hers were always my favorites.
It’s just another example of how lucky I was. And all of that came flooding back to me in an instant, just by opening a pattern book.
Yes, I bought some patterns. I don’t know if I’ll actually get any sewing done, but I’m prepared, just in case the urge should strike.