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I learned to sew when just a child, looking over my mother's shoulder as she worked. In time, she would allow me to press the pedal as she gently guided the fabric under the presser foot. I can still hear the sigh she would make when her old machine would inevitably jam. She would snip and untangle, and rethread the needle. She would begin again. Eventually, she would watch as I stitched on my own.

The year I was married my husband bought me my own machine. A new, but simple model.

That simple machine has stitched curtains and quilts. It has hemmed pant legs, it has sewn children's sweaters, hand bags and purses. It has stitched costumes for our children to play dress up and has patched hole-y kneed jeans.

A number of years ago, a kind woman from church, a most talented artist and beautiful…

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  • Joined July 27, 2011

About

I learned to sew when just a child, looking over my mother's shoulder as she worked. In time, she would allow me to press the pedal as she gently guided the fabric under the presser foot. I can still hear the sigh she would make when her old machine would inevitably jam. She would snip and untangle, and rethread the needle. She would begin again. Eventually, she would watch as I stitched on my own.

The year I was married my husband bought me my own machine. A new, but simple model.

That simple machine has stitched curtains and quilts. It has hemmed pant legs, it has sewn children's sweaters, hand bags and purses. It has stitched costumes for our children to play dress up and has patched hole-y kneed jeans.

A number of years ago, a kind woman from church, a most talented artist and beautiful quilter, passed on to me her stash of fabric. A vast array of colors and patters, some vintage some newer, she said, "after decades of sewing you just get sick of looking through the same old materials".

I thought for sure I would use it. Just as I {ignorantly} thought when pregnant with my first child how I would have so much time to sew when home with a baby, I have thought that I will make use of all this fabric. Dreams of scrap quilts, of appliqué, of projects galore. The reality is that I have been blessed with three handsome sons. Homeschooling three boys leaves little time for sewing. They would rather hunt than gather anyway.

Regardless, I have saved it all. Every scrap passed down from my mother, gifted from others, left over from every project of my own. And so It is out of this abundance that I open this shop, Out of the Abundance.

Abundance (n.) An overflowing fullness; ample sufficiency; great plenty; profusion; copious supply; superfluity; wealth: -- strictly applicable to quantity only, but sometimes used of number.

May this abundance be, to you, a blessing...
Please also follow me at www.abundantfruit.blogspot.com.

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