I grew up sewing and made many of my own clothes as a teen and young woman. I assumed it would always be that way; sewing was fun, and you could have nice clothes without spending a lot of money. What was not to like! Sewing was also a useful occupational skill in those days. A mile from my childhood home in Minneapolis was the huge Munsingwear plant, whose remnant room was one of my favorite sources for fabric and trims. I still vividly recall workers not much older than myself leaving the plant at shift change, talking and laughing, their hair casually tied back with pieces of colorful fabric I recognized from my remnant room foraging.
In the 1980s I was a working mother--a secretary, then a grad student and teaching assistant--with two young children, and my sewing machine spent most of its time in the back of a closet. But my being "too busy" was not the whole story!…
- Joined August 23, 2009