I remember my mom making this years ago when I was much younger. Being a maker is definitely something gained from both my mother and grandmother. Grandma had a little closet off of the dining area that she had packed to the ceiling with note cards and paper and glue and a sundry assortment of crafting accoutrements. To me, it was like Grandma’s secret stash. I never saw anyone open that brown slatted folding door except Grandma. It was like her version of Mary Poppins’ bag. Of course, I was a kid and didn’t live close by, so I’m probably totally wrong and her stash was more likely spread all over the house, carefully tucked away. For instance, I recently inherited her sewing machine, and until my mom gave it to me, I never knew it existed. Which is crazy because she sewed stuff all the time, especially things like adult bibs and comfort pillows that her ladies group worked on together. But I digress.
Mom did needlepoint, cross stitch, crochet, garment sewing and crafting, and looking back I can see how she understood how things went together. I have a tendency to attack stuff because I like it and want to make it and I’ll figure out how to do it as I go. She seemed to have been a bit more methodical about it. She also had a stash of fabric and crafting supplies that I was obsessed with when I was growing up. The button tin was a favorite, as I’m sure it was for most kids of a sewist.
I think it was hard for her to teach me. I wasn’t very patient, and I didn’t want to start with basic stuff. I remember her making clothes for me- shirt and shorts sets when I was younger, and my mermaidish prom dress with enormous sleeves when I was older. She was very good at garment sewing, and she taught me that if you don’t cut it out correctly, you may as well throw it away.
Grandma doesn’t craft much anymore because she says it frustrates her that she can’t make her hands do what she wants. My mom doesn’t sew anymore either, but I wish she did. I keep asking her, and I will keep asking her. Who knows, one of these days she may get the bug again. I’m grateful to have a few things that she has made, but I’m even more grateful to have the memories of the things she’s made. I’m grateful for memories of Grandma sitting at her spot at the kitchen table by the sliding glass doors gluing together little Christmas broaches made of foam and pipe cleaners for her group of friends. It matters to me.
So, this makers gonna make. Because they matter to me.