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Sunday 25 August 2013
Sea and sewing
Whilst I continue to inspire the great Colleen with Serena Hall artwork for my commissioned quilt, Selina sends me an email with a picture of her sewing box, now some 40 years old. It was part of the uniform list at Riddlesworth. I can't quite believe that she still has her original one though I fess up to having a sewing box with lots of exciting things in it.
The problem is I can't sew.
Really I can't.
My mum could whip up clothes on the Singer. She could turn collars and cuffs, put a yoke in a shirt and do a pleated skirt, even. I find doing a nametape a torturous road to a panic attack. The needlework mistress at Tudor Hall actually burst into tears when Mum tried to insist that I should do needlework 'O' level. I really am that bad.
There are lots of things I CAN do and am quite good at. So why do I persist in keeping a fully stocked, cotton-reel rich, sewing box in a cupboard that I frequently open?