Last year for my birthday, my mom bought me a series of sewing classes so that I could refresh my skills. I loved it. She has always been a strong seamstress and I always admired her skills. I had taken sewing classes as a teenager, but being able to operate a machine was no longer on my resume. I had forgotten all the tricks that one gets familar with when working on something everyday.
For six weeks, I went to a sewing shop twice a week where we learned to make a set of pants via a sewing machine. I had as much fun learning as I did comparing notes with my mom after class. Although she only pulls out her machine a few times a year these days, the tools and techniques are imprinted on her brain from learning them in her 20s.
This week, I got a small sewing kit in the mail and I immediately put it in the bag with all of my sewing materials. When my mom comes to visit each summer, we always take out that bag so she can help fix things in my closet and around my home. It’s one of my favorite pastimes to do with her. The sewing kit is fully stocked with popular colors of thread, little scissors, and extra buttons. It’s just enough to get us on our way.