My Mum sewed A LOT when my sister and I where little, she made most of our clothes, our baby blankets, cot liners, changing bags and pretty much anything else she could find a patten for or sometimes just get a good look at then go home and make it up on the fly. Both of us have very clear memories of her sitting at the dinning room table in the evenings and weekends making something. She still has the same sewing machine she had then and it is still going strong. The sound of that machine whirring up to speed is very heavily rooting in my childhood. I love that sound, its one of those things that shapes you before you even realise its happening.
Although I have always loved sewing machines thanks to Mum I came to sewing late, I got my first sewing machine when I was 28, I was always put off them as I didn't like the look of the modern machines, my Mum got round this by managing to find my a working condition hand powered Singer Sewing machine from Freecycle.
This post is not just about sewing machine bragging, it is also a little thank you to my Mum. Who helped make me who I am without either of us realising it...