Yes another sewing pun I hear you cry!
In all seriousness however, I happen to think sewing is extremely important.
I could throw some science into this and eulogise about how sewing has been proven to promote mental growth by producing new neural pathways in the brain. But for me it goes so much deeper than that.
I’ve always been an anxious kind of person. I can remember feeling and being sick with anxiety as young as 3 or 4 years old. Over the years I overcame the obvious signs and learned to put on my mask very convincingly. I have lots of friends and a wonderful family. But that’s the thing about anxiety. It’s not logical. I don’t have huge amounts of control over how it affects me and consequently I suffer from some debilitating conditions. Some related to anxiety. Some not.
Sewing and it’s mystery always intrigued me. After a particularly rough time with my mental health and family illness; I followed my gut and took the plunge. I desperately needed to do something with my hands. I felt a need to ‘produce’ and I also wanted to put to rest my disastrous foray into sewing aged 13. My school wasn’t the best at bringing out the creative and so my confidence was shot. Aged 41 I decided to change that. I did my research and looked for sewing classes locally. I didn’t know what I was looking for; but I knew I had to find it. Eventually I stumbled across The Studio at Number 30. It’s not local; but I felt drawn there. I knew it was for me.
I started at the beginning; as it’s a very good place to start. First ‘term’ and a beautiful cushion later… As soon as I produced the first stitch – I knew it was love ?.
I suffer from tinnitus and intermittent deafness. It’s scary and I have little control over this. For the two hours per week I am with Kaye and the super women on the courses, I find my peace. The tinnitus will never go away, but sewing helps me to cope. I hit the jackpot when I found something that so wholly fulfils a deep inner human purpose; wrapped up in such a friendly and warm environment.
It’s been about 18 months since I started. I’ve achieved and accomplished. Been confused and frustrated at times. But ultimately I never believed I had it in me. And I think I can say now; it’s in there absolutely. Tentative at times; but in there.
The wonderful side effect of course is finding friendships and inspiration in my sewing tribe. In the incredible women with whom I have had the privilege of meeting; I’ve found a kindred spirit. A place. A purpose.
Sewing gives me happiness in a series of joyful experiences. It requires me to think, plan and be mindful. It’s given me contentment and a feeling of personal satisfaction. Plus some great clothing.
I would say that’s why it’s ‘sew’ important. I am eternally grateful for the opening of doors in my mind and it bringing me to a happier place.
Now; onwards and upwards – learn to rethread my new overlocker!