15 hours ago
Sunday, October 24, 2010
If there's a sewing gene, I got it from her
My mother's mother (second from left) and her sisters sewed. It was a practical necessity but my grandmother made much more of it. She made many of her own and her 5 children's clothes. For my mother and aunt, she made play clothes, school clothes, suits and beautiful prom dresses.
To the right, she's captured in a happy moment with my grandfather in the year before they married. She was 24, wearing a coat of (perhaps) her own design with fur cuffed sleeves and a matching fur muff. I would kill for those shoes!
To the left is a picture of my mother (taken when she was in her teens), wearing a gorgeous strapless dress that my grandmother made for her.
I never saw that one in real life, but clearly remember the fairy-princess white strapless ballerina-length prom dress that my mom would sometimes let me try on. It had a heavy satin "crumb-catcher" bodice with basque waist, a boned under-bodice with crumpled tulle scattered with rhinestones and seed pearls at the upper centre, and multiple layers of frothy tulle skirt.
It must be a gene that I inherited, because we never lived near my grandparents so she couldn't teach me to sew.
But my non-sewing mother did what she could (thanks Mom!) to encourage me and nurture what I seem to have inherited.
From my grandmother, aside from the sewing gene, I have souvenirs.
Her well used featherweight which replaced the treadle that may have been just like mine.
A length of celadon green silk brocade.
A gorgeous beaded sweater. Taking it out of its annual summer storage yesterday made me think about my elegant and talented grandmother.