|NOT my actual brothers but some of these guys are dirty enough to qualify...|
I started babysitting for other families when I was about 12, and I saved up my 50 cents an hour to buy garments at the thrift stores and Goodwill (see other post on the subject). I used my mom's machine but always had to clean up to clear the table for dinner, and things took forever to finish. Otherwise I sewed in an unfinished basement.
But figure it out I did, and that led directly to Mrs. H's blouse...
Mrs. H was a lady who went to our church. She had a daughter and two sons. The daughter was older than me, I think she was away at school most of the time. One son was my age and one was younger, and my brothers were friends with them. I think Mrs. H missed Karen because she always was so nice to me. But then she was a VERY nice person...
|This is what it looks like in my memory...|
I didn't have the benefit of any sewing classes, or a mentor who knew anything about garment construction. My school schedule was full of college-prep classes like Advanced Algebra and Chemistry. When I think about the vast amount of stuff I didn't know, I'm appalled at my hubris in thinking what I did would be worth payment! Mrs. H, if you're still around, I'm humbled by your faith.
The blouse was very pretty. It had a button placket and about 7 buttons that couldn't have been bigger than 5/8 of an inch. Plus one more on each cuff. The skirt was easy, a centered back zipper and a metal clasp on the waistband, pretty standard stuff. I pressed carefully as I worked. I didn't prewash anything, I'm sure. I can't remember seeing Mrs. H in the outfit at church, but she thanked me prodigiously for my hard work.
Instead of money, she bought me all the supplies for a personal project at an actual FABRIC STORE downtown. Two and a half yards of white wool, interfacing, lining, and buttons, and a pattern for a dress coat for spring and fall... at the time it was a dream come true.
And THAT project was so enjoyable to complete that it should be worth its own post!
Thank you and bless you, Mrs. H, wherever you are. I hope you know how much you influenced me!