Whenever people ask me how I learned to sew the answer is generally begins with: "I went to a Lace making Class..."
I can't remember a time when I didn't want to know how to sew, or craft or do
something arty. My Mum had tried to teach me the basic stitches (I still have the unfinished doll blanket that was, technically my first ever sewing attempt). However she
really doesn't like sewing so the lessons tended to be few and far between (She was much happier teaching me how to make Plum Tortes and Apple Crumbles).
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| The (as yet still unfinished) doll blanket |
When I was about eight my mum took me to look around a craft fair that was being held in my village's Community Centre. We wandered around the main hall and then, in the side room, I found some of the girls that I knew from school who were there with their Lace Making Class. They were all sat around a table with their cushions and folders of work to show to the visitors. I remember my mum talking to Mrs. Ives, who was the teacher, and then pointing to some of the work and asking me if I would be interested in learning, the rest as they say is history...
