My “city dweller learning and sharing country skills” experience is moving in multiple directions.
Sewing is one of the skills I decided to learn as an adult. Sure, there are city dwellers who learn this skill growing up; I didn’t. Fortunately, I was given a hand-me-down sewing machine several years ago. My first efforts to use it didn’t go very far, so it mostly sat in a closet for several years. Then, I met a group of women from an American Legion auxiliary. They met monthly to make sewn bags, blankets, and such for sick veterans at a VA hospital. I offered to help with their monthly sewing projects in exchange for being taught how to use my sewing machine. They took me up on this. This was how I got my real start at sewing.
Later, I decided it was time to act on my long-time wish to have a patchwork comforter. Wishing for such a comforter wasn’t going to put one on my bed. Once I decided to actually make one, I didn’t go for half-measures. Rather than making one comforter, I made three patchwork comforters :
- One comforter for myself,
- One to send to Ireland as a “gift from the descendants of a former owner of the home” to the woman who now owns the house that my ancestors owned a century ago, and
- A gift for “someone” (I wasn’t yet sure whom).
I now happily have a patchwork comforter on my own bed at home. It proved equally gratifying to send the comforter that went to Ireland.
These days, I want other people to also experience the pleasure of having of patchwork comforters and quilts. They add something to the pleasantness of a room. That’s how I got into custom heirloom bedding. This handcrafted service can be particularly attractive to families whose cherished relatives leave behind quilting fabric; I can create family heirloom bedding from such fabric by which relatives can be remembered.
In future blog posts, I’ll share my experience on additional “city dweller learning and sharing country skills” topics such as working with fabric and sending a homemade comforter to the woman in Ireland who now owns the home my family owned until a century ago. If you enjoy my soap making tale, please check back for future posts about learning “country skills” in the city.