Wife. Mama. Amateur Cook. Pretend Sewer. Novice To All Things Domestic.

who doesnt love a little boy in a bowtie.

Posted on: Tuesday, November 12, 2013

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photos taken by Janey Pakpahan – https://www.facebook.com/JaneyPakpahanPhotography

 

 

It is important to feel like you have something to offer the world. Something that is yours. That defines you. Allows you to stand apart from the crowd.

For a long time, I didn’t have anything that was mine. No creative outlets to vessel my passions, hurts, creativity.

When I got sober in 2007, I was left with myself and lots of time.

All the time I had spent tied up in other things was now available and glaringly empty.

Pinterest wasn’t around yet with its array of amazing ideas and crafts.

Cooking was the first thing I ever felt I was good at – that I might have a knack for. Growing up, my idea of a home cooked meal was Hamburger Helper and a can of green beans.

Now, please do not get me wrong, I still believe that Hamburger Helper is deliciousssssss, but I am proud to say that is no longer the choice meal for entertaining.

This post has nothing to do with cooking- how did I get down this rabbit hole?

A few years after I found cooking, crafting started. I tend to lean more towards distressing furniture, painting things, home décor.

But I wanted more.

My mother in law sews. She is self taught and makes a lot of her clothes.

I have always been extremely impressed by this. Who makes their own clothing?!

So, when she was gifted a nicer machine than the one she had, she gifted hers to me.

As someone who could not sew a button on a shirt, sewing has been a long, painful, but exponentially rewarding skill to learn.

I started with these bowties. My mother in law and I sat down and played with patterns until we came up with the one that I liked best.

After a few failed attempts and jammed machines that left me in a heap of tears as I was positive I had “broken it for good”;  I have slowly — veryyyyy slowly — learned my way around the art of bow tie making.

3 comments :

  • Rebecca

    Glad you found an outlet after 2007.

  • Jayne Lloyd

    Love it. I often wish that I was still in the neighborhood. I made most of my clothes and a lot of Sean’s when he was that age so I know that feeling of creating something no one else has. Your pictures convey so much love and joy they lift me up and bring back so many happy memories. I love that you are enjoying this time in your life and are able to share it with so many.

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