My knight in shining armor has finally arrived. It took three days to make the costume but I’m done! (I haven’t told Little Man yet, but I think I’m going to cop out on the shield and sword and borrow them from my brother.) Overall it’s been the most difficult costume to date. I’m hoping the trend doesn’t continue. It’s not even the difficulty of the sewing that’s the problem it’s the hovering-over-my-shoulder-supervision.
“Momma, what step are you on? Momma, how come you did that? Momma, what are you doing that for? Momma, can I try it on now?”
“I just got a sleeve stitched together – a sleeve that’s it. No, you can’t try it on.” I was not the picture of grace that I had hoped to be. I remember this being easier when he couldn’t read or use scissors or talk.
Now it’s “Can I cut this? Can I pull the pins out? Oops I ripped the pattern, sorry, Momma. Can I push the pedal to make it go?”
“Absolutely not!” I have visions of driving to the emergency room with a sewing machine sitting on my lap and the staff snickering behind a curtain saying, “Why didn’t she just go to the dollar store?”
It’s a good question. Why don’t I go to the dollar store? I could get on my soap box about mass marketing and lack of ingenuity, but I won’t. (Although those are part of the reason.) The main reason is because my mom made my costumes. My mom hates to sew. She might not use that exact term. (But then again she might.)
As a child I had absolutely no idea how much she disliked sewing. All I knew was that she came up with the best costumes ever! The cutest was Raggedey Ann, complete with the red wig. The orange Crayon and penguin tied for most original.
I don’t remember ever picking out my costumes. Maybe that was the only pleasure she got out of the whole ordeal, I don’t know. I just know that at some point she would tell me what she was going to make. Somewhere along the way there might be a fitting and then it would be done. And it would be the absolute best costume in the whole school.
We used to do this thing where we had a parade through the school. They started in one of the first grade rooms, everybody lined up and paraded to the next room. When they were done in that room, that class would stand up and follow to the next room. Through all eighteen rooms we’d go. We got to see everybody’s costume and without a doubt mine was the best, except the year my brother was Robin Hood – that was a pretty cool outfit too.
It wasn’t until recent years that I learned Mom doesn’t like to sew. The pale green Singer still sits in its case in the spare bedroom closet. But it never comes out. She tells me that it’s out of adjustment. But in fact I pulled it out a year or two ago to stitch something up for her. It worked fine. Usually she takes even the simplest items to a seamstress up the road a mile. I’m ashamed to admit that she took Little Man’s pants to her seamstress too, because I had been unsuccessful with an iron on patch and hadn’t gotten around to sewing it on properly.
Knowing how much Mom dislikes sewing, it’s a bit of a wonder that I like it so much. How much you ask? I like it so much that I have three (yes, you read right) three sewing machines. I have the one Mom and Dad gave me for high school graduation. I have a treadle Singer circa 1920 I inherited from a distant cousin (in the living room) and I have my Grandma’s 1920’s “Monkey Wards” electric machine. I have used all of them just to say I did, but mostly I stick with the one Mom and Dad gave me. My husband teases me about my sewing machine collection and asks what I’m going to do when my other grandma dies. (I tell him there are two children in line first and three other grandchildren. He points out that they’re all boys. We’ll see what happens.)
I’m not really good at sewing, I just like it. And when the rain and fog roll in, it makes me happy to turn on the radio, sit down at the sewing machine, do something with my hands and think my own thoughts. The trouble is now I can’t think my own thoughts because Little Man has enough for both of us (and then some).
In amongst all of the chatter yesterday Little Man told me “Momma, I loooove it when you sew my costume,” and he gave me a big hug. It was just the sweetest thing ever and that’s all the reason I need.
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