Learning to Sew Again: A Series

"Learning to Sew Again" is a series, which documents my path toward growing as a seamstress during a difficult time. I will sew items from women's online tutorials and indie patterns. I will progress from the beginner stage to hopefully a less-beginner stage! I hope you enjoy my sewing journey.

My mom taught me how to sew in middle school. I've always been drawn to anything creative and handmade. I sewed here and there as a teenager, but the desire faded away like so many things from our youth do.

Then ten years later when I was only 25 years old, I lost my mom unexpectedly. Those who have lost someone so significant will understand that grief weaves itself into your everyday life. You can't go to the grocery store and think about what you'll have for dinner. You'll go to the grocery store and feel the pain of no longer being able to share a meal with your loved one.

So, Bold Marigold will no doubt be sprinkled with thoughts on bereavement, which is part of the reason why this blog was created. Women feel grief and sorrow and should be able to express those complicated emotions without worrying that it's making someone "uncomfortable."

It's been nearly a year and a half since then. I took several of my mom's possessions, one of which was the sewing machine she bought. I remember standing beside her while she picked it out in the fabric store.

I consistently desire to feel close to my mom. I didn't want to lose the bond we had and the love she gave. So, I started sewing again. In January 2015, I signed up for a beginner's sewing course at Cut and Sew Studio. Unlike many sewing classes or businesses, this one was held in a bright blue and orange studio. The woman who owns the studio reminded me of my smart and kind sister. No fuddy-duddy teacher in a dark, dismal room!

People who say sewing is like riding a bike are flat-out wrong. You do forget. I also never took advantage of my mom's sewing knowledge. I thought I'd have forever to learn from her, and now I'm left to fend for myself. That meant that I needed to start from the basics. After a couple sessions, I made my first sewing project as a motherless daughter: a four-panel pillow. Though you may think "it's just a pillow," it grew into so much more for me. My heart connected to my mom, while my mind and hands were kept busy.

Is it perfect? No. Will I show you the mistakes? Definitely not. But it's a start. I've made two items since then and can't wait to share with you!