In the Beginning…
Making things has always been a huge part of my life. As a kid, I embraced my own idea of recycling by spending hours making tea sets out of old cereal boxes and sticky tape, then taking them to school. It was only a matter of time before I turned my attention to constructing somewhat more practical items.
These days, I still feel sorry for those primary school teachers who were forced to look at each new cereal box creation with encouraging smiles and stickers for my achievements.
Tea cups made out of cardboard = not so useful.
A sparkly swimsuit for my barbie doll = winning!
I’d like to say there was some great reasoning behind this compulsion to make things – that I was captivated by the delight of turning piece of nothing into something fun – but really, I simply had no choice in the matter. Making things is part of who I am.
(Other things that are part of who I am include the following: taking photographs of everything, obsession over the correct use of apostrophes, eating cheese and going on roadtrips for no reason whatsoever.)
When I took a break from creating masterpieces out of the nearest available cornflakes box, my mum taught me to sew, knit and crochet. I spent all of my time absorbed by these crafts (when I wasn’t reading, writing or staring into the distance, lost in my imagination). Then I finished secondary school and promptly stopped doing all of them.
Except for the reading, writing and staring into the distance, lost in my imagination.
I’m not entirely sure what I did with myself during that time, but it must have been quite boring. These days, I can’t imagine sitting in front of the TV or a YouTube video or twenty without some knitting or hand sewing to do. Everything else feels like a waste of time.
And then I re-discovered my creativity. Thank goodness.
At some point during that barren wasteland of no-crafting, I discovered sewing blogs. It was so much fun to see what people were making and I had a particular fondness for people who were making retro fashions or using actual vintage. I absolutely loved the idea of making your own vintage!
Naturally, I began to think I should be one of those people, too. I had all the skills, after all. Why let them go to waste any longer? My gateway craft? Crochet.
“Crochet shall be my thing,” I declared. “I need no other craft.”
And then I started collecting old knitting patterns, because clearly my subconscious had plans for me. It began prodding at me, hinting at how fabulous that 1950s jumper would look. Reminding me how much I love the history of the ordinary people. Pointing out how I could experience that history by making clothes from past decades.
“Well, perhaps I’ll add a little knitting,” I conceded. “But that will be enough for me.”
I suspect you can see where this is going.
It’s a creative obsession!
Now I knit whenever my hands are free and I’m working on sewing all of my clothes. I may or may not be in possession of around seven sewing machines and one overlocker I regard as one might an unexploded bomb: it certainly looks interesting, but I’m not entirely sure it should be touched.
I may eventually bring it into my sewing room because my sewing has really taken off since starting my YouTube channel at the beginning of 2017. Believe it or not, I didn’t even know the vibrant sewing community on YouTube even existed until January 2017, but I’m delighted to be part of it now. It’s crazy to think that a split-second decision to start a sewing vlog has taken over my life!
And now we have reached the point where I welcome you to my blog and invite you to feel at home. Please feel free to introduce yourself in the comments – I’d love to get to know you better!