Tag: <span>Sewing</span>
I always joked that I have the loneliest job in the world, which now turns out to be a blessing. I am working on my projects like I normally do -for me, not much has changed. Perhaps the amount of quilting fabric laying around might seem like a disturbance at a place that normally works only with heavy fabrics and leathers.
I noticed her right away. She stood at the end of the table. Her clothes had seen better days, her curly hair was held back with old bows. The checkered dress she wore had been sewn by hand a long time ago. Nothing about her seemed to fit into our times.
“We have this old chair in the barn,” he started the conversation, and with that, he had my full attention. We talked on the phone for a while, we emailed back and forth, and then we finally met.
I give classes now and then, mostly to women who want to learn how to restore and reupholster a piece of furniture. Most of them are pretty crafty, to begin with, and they know how to sew.
An old sewing machine, a daily reminder of a great man who had a special talent.
She had never met him; he died the year she was born, but he lived on in stories and memories people shared with her.