Sewing has been part of the family ‘ethos’ since the late 1700s, from great-great-great-great-great grandfather Philip with a tailor’s shop in High Holborn – not quite Savile Row tailors as family legend would have it – through great-great-grandparents, Alfred and Eleanor, who were theatrical costumiers, to an aunt who had a thriving clothing factory in South Africa.
It was inevitable that I would want to sew – and, I can’t remember a time when I couldn’t sit at Mum’s old treadle machine. When my first child was born, I bought a playpen – not for her – but for me! It sat neatly around the treadle and I could sew away without fear of her fingers getting caught in the wheel!
Eventually I went ‘electric’ and bought what was then a top of the range machine. I left it in the UK for my youngest daughter when I came to Australia… and bought a little cheapo here.
My oldest daughter is an absolute genius with fabric – and some years ago bought an all-singing-all-dancing embroidery machine. I make no bones about it – I coveted that machine! So I got a small version… which I rapidly outgrew.
Yesterday, I took the plunge and bought a new machine, it should be delivered today. I’m still slightly stunned that I really have spent so much on what is, after all, just a hobby.