Growing Up to the Hum of the Sewing Machine: Making Masks to Help During the COVID-19 Pandemic Has Brought Out All the Feels Make a Difference Parenting
He was always going to grow up knowing the hum of my sewing machine. Lately, I've been sewing masks for healthcare providers to help with the shortage. I have all the feels right now.
Sewing has helped me get through so much grief. After my brother-in-law, Jack, died I sewed coin purses out of his old shirts to keep a piece of him close. After I lost my daughter, I poured myself into my Etsy shop and found my way out of the darkness by the light of my sewing machine.
There is not a time I haven't sat down at my sewing machine and felt instantly connected to my grandmother and Aunt Edna. I miss them every single time I flip that switch on. I use their old scissors and pin cushions and I can hear them asking, "Did you make that?"
I sit in my grandfather's chair as I sew. I barely knew my grandfather, but I know his heart would be so happy to have it full. It's the perfect chair.
Past, present and future – all stitched together.
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