It was a huge expense in the 1960’s when my father purchased a $500 Singer sewing machine for my mother. We were all very excited while waiting for it on the day it was to be delivered. Finally it arrived! Carefully my mother unpacked it. A gleaming tan sewing machine atop a walnut finish wood cabinet. My mother lovingly and neatly arranged all the accessories and her sewing notions in the two cabinet drawers.
From that day on, it seemed like my mother sewed every day. I loved the flower print sun dresses she made for me to wear to school. I was amazed at how perfectly she made my Pioneer Girl uniform. It looked just like the store bought one! As I got a little older, she made me fashionable culottes too. All summer long through the dinning room window, I heard the hum of my mother’s sewing machine as she kept one eye and ear on me and my three sisters swimming in our backyard pool.
My mother made most of her own clothes too. Casual pants and shirts for around the house and dresses and suits for church too. But there is one outfit my mother made that I will never forget. It was a pale blue and white plaid polyester jacket and skirt set. Everyone thought it was well crafted and quite beautiful too. Especially me. But for some reason my mother didn’t believe she had done a good enough job, and it hung in her closet unworn.
It wasn’t long after my mother made that outfit that
From that day on, it seemed like my mother sewed every day. I loved the flower print sun dresses she made for me to wear to school. I was amazed at how perfectly she made my Pioneer Girl uniform. It looked just like the store bought one! As I got a little older, she made me fashionable culottes too. All summer long through the dinning room window, I heard the hum of my mother’s sewing machine as she kept one eye and ear on me and my three sisters swimming in our backyard pool.
My mother made most of her own clothes too. Casual pants and shirts for around the house and dresses and suits for church too. But there is one outfit my mother made that I will never forget. It was a pale blue and white plaid polyester jacket and skirt set. Everyone thought it was well crafted and quite beautiful too. Especially me. But for some reason my mother didn’t believe she had done a good enough job, and it hung in her closet unworn.
It wasn’t long after my mother made that outfit that
