By Caitlin Kelly
When was the last time you sewed anything by hand?
It’s now considered such a retro idea. Get new clothes! Take them to the dry cleaner for repairs!
Do you even own a sewing box, filled with needles and pins and a rainbow of spools of thread?
When I was at boarding school, we each had a two-tier sewing basket. I loved it and the sense of always being ready, that it gave me. We learned only a few stitches but I’ve never needed more, and have made tablecloths and pillows without a machine using these simple stitches.
I admit, embarrassedly, I don’t know how to knit or crochet or embroider, all arts I truly admire. So this, for now, is the extent of my skill.
Instead of being attached to yet another screen, touching more plastic and metal, there’s the softness of linen or cotton or silk. The endless challenge of threading that damn needle!
As someone always curious about pre-industrial life, I love how this simple action repeats one made over millennia and across every geographic boundary.
I find it meditative and soothing and love making little repairs or making small sachets filled with dried lavender out of vintage textile scraps, tucking them between ironed pillowcases in the linen closet or thrown into our suitcases when we travel.
I also have some lovely antique buttons, with no official use (yet!)
Here’s a pillow cover I recently made from some flea market white linen and a great 30s bit of cutwork I found in a Paris flea market that someone dyed indigo.