I taught myself to sew. As a little girl, it wasn't that I was void of opportunities to learn. I was surrounded by women who were most likely birthed with a needle in their hand. My Mom-Mommie made my Mom and Aunt Sharon's Barbie doll clothes when they were growing up. She made all of their clothes too. And, not the easy dresses that can be completed in a day's time. No. These dresses were pleated and hidden hemmed with demi capped pressed sleeves and tiny covered buttons too. And, many dresses had coordinating winter coats handmade by her as well. She was a woman poised with the art for detail. Naturally. her daughters followed her beautiful heritage. My Mom made her own wedding dress, countless outfits for herself and me, Christmas gifts for cousins not to mention curtains and all of my prom dresses except one. My Aunt Sharon is a master quilter. What she does with a needle and thread is cap lock EXPERT. She takes perfectionism to a whole new level. Quality is but a water downed cluster of letters when I look at her finished creations.
As these ladies' granddaughter, daughter & niece respectively, I rebelled. I shunned what they so willingly wanted to teach me. The idea of sewing was nothing on my radar nor in my my heart. I wanted my own path; I would determine my own passions thankyouverymuch.
But, time and journey move in swirls and settle inside reflections in the most sacred & roundabout ways. Your heartbeat has a rhythm predispoosed; honor and heritage take up more space than you realize. My story was not to be taught, but to teach. It would be the strength that carried me into my own.
These ladies gave me all the tools I needed though not through lessons drenched in needle threading, seam rippers and presser foot tutorials. They gave me the gift of detail in the presence of passion. Their legacy of attention to the little and honoring the vision was so vividly instilled inside my soul.
Passion prevails in my storybook. And, the teacher in me mustered up my own lessons with eyes fixed on the tiny intricacies that make the whole immersed in art rather than finished in product.
My lessons have taught me; they have moved me closer to the ladies from which I am derived. I revel with delight in the process of creating. I am saturated in the glory of the nothing-turned-so very-something.
And, I find my heritage with every stitch sewn. I carry them with me in my livelihood.
As I've learned that the beauty is in your journey. Not in the rebelling, but in the accepting of what was naturally transferred through God's gifts and timing.
As these moments & reminders build one atop the other in my own storybook, I find peace along the way. I live more joy. I feel the beats of my heart in the happy that was meant for me. He gives hope in the details. And, I am grateful to say the least.
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