Piecing the Blog

This is the first post to my Blog titled Sew Long. I'm going to treat this like a quilt or a garment. What shall I make? Or write about? I think I'll make a small blog of squares just to test my colors! I have sewn all my life. At first, a bit secretly in daydreams, as no one could touch mother's sewing machine. I played in my grandmothers embroidery basket and scoured around in my mother's sewing "pantry" when she was not home: bulging pattern envelopes stacked like files , boxes of buttons, heavy drawers loaded with fabric, mysterious tools, the "good" scissors, the closet with garments hanging within. I read anything that had to do with sewing, reading over and over again paragraphs of words I did not understand, awaiting for the day I could join 4-H and sew like the older girls. Alas, that day came, I was sick with an epidemic flu and could not attend, I had to catch up, and this girl desperate to sew was stuck with a Mom who could sew, helped with 4-H, but had no patience or inclination to teach her daughter. She just should know how. So I grew up, moved away, and began my own adventure with thread and needles.