Mrs Walton: “Your hat’s very well made, Joanna. Did your mum help you?”
Me: “No, miss, not at all.”
I have a confession to make. My mum did do my Textiles projects for me in Year 8 and Year 9. She did the sewing and I did the paperwork. I got away with it because I had such an innocent face.
Back in my teenage years I had absolutely no interest in craft and making things for myself. What was the point when you could just go out to the shops and buy stuff instead? I was crap at sewing and saw little use in improving. So my mum made that hat and that bag for me and I dropped Textiles like a lead balloon before anyone could find me out.
I went along quite happily until the second year of university when, out of the blue, I asked my mum to show me how to crochet. She taught me the basic stitches and I set about making square after square in squeaky acrylic to put together into a blanket big enough to cover a single bed. Although mum still had to sew it together for me (I hadn’t changed that much) it was something I had made by myself, and I was, if you’ll pardon the pun, hooked.
That’s a long time ago now, and since then I’ve improved my crochet skills, tried to teach myself to knit and ACTUALLY BOUGHT MYSELF A SEWING MACHINE. I now love making clothes for myself and other people. Over the last few years I’ve made a hell of a lot of clothes, and as luck would have it, some of them have been wearable!
That’s what this blog is all about. I might not be anywhere near an expert, but we all know that God loves a tryer, so here are my attempts at making stuff.
If only Mrs Walton could see me now.