It’s time to say goodbye

I remember very well, my 18th birthday. My mother gave me a wonderful party, with all my friends. My 18th birthday present was a sewing machine, with sewing basket. It was a fantastic present. I had made things from an early age, cutting a hole in a small circle of fabric was a cape (people wore those back in the 70s) for my Cindy dolls (I wasn’t a Barbie girl), I sewed a little sewing bag for my mother, it still survives. I went on to sew my gingham apron in the first year at senior school, I didn’t do very well at sewing at school, too slow! Then with my own sewing machine I made my own clothes, light summer dresses, a blouse, a skirt maybe, then later on, loads of children’s clothes for little A and J, curtains, cushions, gifts galore. I have progressed from my first sewing machine now, it lasted me 20+yrs.

Now it is time to move on and it has gone to a charity sale, I hope someone loves it like I did. My latest sewing box is not pretty, I can’t imagine it being loved but it will be easier to store my, increasing in size, sewing kit, being rectangular, storing those useful rectangular Ferero Rocher boxes.