Saturday, March 13, 2010

Take it to Grace.


Grace is the ladies name, at the tailor place. I think? That's what I call her. I'm not sure of the name on the outside of the building, but my family knows who Grace is.

My family knows, we need Grace. She sews for us. Hems pants and skirts, and put in zippers. Sews buttons on, and alters prom gowns. She is a tailor. I like to call her, our tailor.

Grace sews for me, because I am a sew-tard. I cannot thread a needle, and do not want to!
You see my mom, made our clothes. She smocked , and darned , hemmed and trimmed. Cut out patterns and pinned. Sweet Jesus! we did not EVER touch her scissors. Mom was our personal seamstress, and I want her back!!!

Now I have tried to sew, just ask my kids. Once Emma had a patch that needed to be attached to her Indian Princess vest. After about three hours, and blood dripping from my thumb, I looked at the package that the patch had come out of, to see why this had been such a difficult task!!!! IT WAS AN IRON-ON PATCH!!!! I have stapled curtain hems, and craft glued some!! For years now I just say"Take it to Grace". I had to throw in my shears!!! Give up the pin cushion and thread, and admit defeat.

My sister and I never learned to sew, we didn't have to. Mom did it too well. So we let her!!!!
There are many fond memories I have ,of dresses that I loved. Many memories of mom and her machine, dressing her four.

Note-The above Easter photo of Me and my siblings. Mom had dressed us all!!!! She even made me a COAT!!! I loved that outfit!!!!

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