I was doing some sewing for a young friend one evening recently. She asked me how long I had been doing sewing. I responded, “Since I was 9 years old.” Suddenly I realized just how long ago that was.
Yes it was a long time ago, but it is a skill that I have never been sorry to have learned. I was about 9 when I first tried my hand at sewing. My mom and my older sisters all knew how to do that, and I was eager to learn myself. My first attempt I don’t really remember—as I said, it was a long time ago. But I do remember when I was 10, I joined the local 4-H club, the Busy Bees.
I took sewing that first year in 4-H, and there were two things that I had to attempt to make. The first was a square scarf. The scarf had to be a specific size, and I was to sew a line around all four sides of the scarf at a specific distance from the edge of the material. The idea was to sew as straight a line as you possibly could. Simple, right? It may seem so, but I recall at the age of 10, how hard I worked to make the line perfect and how proud I was when I had finished. Then, I was to pull the threads making up the fabric to the line of stitching. This created a fringe around the scarf. It was beautiful, or at least it was to my young eyes.
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