Back in the day (3 years ago) when I started sewing, I could not imagine how quickly my skills would progress or how much joy I would get from sewing my own clothes. All I knew is that I wanted needed something just for me. A way to use my hands in a different sort of productivity besides kissing owies, fetching snacks, nursing, nursing, nursing and changing diapers. I never knew that this thing would turn into a hobby and then a passion to advocate for truth telling regarding mama life, post partum depression, body positivity, intersectional feminism and even a mild form of activism for movements such as Black Lives Matter.
It’s a good thing that I didn’t know what this would become when I started. I may have been overwhelmed by the thought.
I want to document my sewing makes in a more “formal” manner on a platform other than Instagram. I’m not quite sure how I’ll accomplish the documentation. Maybe I’ll post pictures with a poem or a few random thoughts (and possibly) a link to the pattern or resources I used for fitting, etc. Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll post about sewing every few months. I don’t know. I still want sewing to be fun and a wonderful escapism and I know if I place too many parameters on myself I’m not going to follow through AT ALL (am I alone in that mindset???)
Anyway. Bucket list. I. Made. JEANS. Yep. Legit jeans. I am so freaking proud of myself.