My mom was a seamstress. She sewed all our clothes when my siblings and I were growing up. Here we are in some of her creations. You can see that my sister and I are not twins. She just liked to dress us alike.
Some of my earliest memories are of standing on a table in a new dress mom was making for me, trying to hold still so she could mark the hem, and having difficulty with my part of that task!
Mom sewed this cute jacket for my brother and he won a prize in a local photo contest with this photo!
My mom also sewed for others as a small home business. She took sewing classes and learned to sew new fabric, making lingerie, t-shirts as well as men’s suits – yes my dad was the recipient of those lovely leisure suits men wore during the 1970’s, made by my mom. Too bad I don’t have any photos of those!
Her skills developed to the point that she sewed the bridesmaid dresses, flower girl and ring bearer outfits, and even my wedding dress for my wedding.
All that sewing left many scraps of fabric, which were gathered up and put into boxes to be used for potential new projects.
Maybe you can’t relate to fabric and sewing, but many other activities leave scraps or leftovers; building, writing, painting, scrapbooking, collage making, wood working and cooking to name a few.
This morning I was reflecting on an idea that has been in the back of my mind for a while. How to begin to blog about the last 6 months of my life. Months of not doing what I had planned.
Then the idea of scraps came to me. Like random leftover scraps of fabric, what I was experiencing seemed to have very little purpose. Yet, I believe that “with God nothing is wasted”. Can this season of my life, that wasn’t what I planned, that wasn’t very productive or seemingly useful, serve some purpose?
When mom retired from sewing I inherited 7 boxes of fabric! They have been sitting in my basement for a few years. I took a class in quilt piecing back in the early 1990’s and loved it. I told myself then that when I was “old” and “retired” I would go back to piecing quilts. This year, I had to face the fact that I was turning 60, and when I finally faced it, I embraced that this was the time to get that fabric organized and start sewing.
Believe it or not, the most fun I’ve had so far with that fabric, is pulling scrap pieces out and sewing them together to make quilt blocks. These will be designed into baby quilts, doll quilts, lap quilts, place mats, and whatever else I think of. I’ve completed one or two doll quilts with these scraps. Here is a photo of one:
Scraps, the leftovers, the pieces that didn’t fit into the orginal garment or quilt, now being used to create something new.
What if, in our lives, the parts that seem like scraps, not what we purposed to happen, can actually have a purpose? Can I do what Ignatius of Loyala did and “find God in all things”, even the in the scraps of life?
I plan to explore this idea in my next blogs. If, that is, my plans go forward as I think they will. Who knows – something may come up and then we will go with that! Stay tuned!