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Sewing is more than just a skill to me – it’s a legacy, a cherished memory of the one who first showed me how to thread a needle and create something from nothing. My mum was the one who taught me the art of sewing and while she may no longer be here, her influence is woven into every stitch I make.

The First Lesson

I remember the first time I sat at the sewing machine, my tiny hands trembling slightly as she guided me. It wasn’t just about making perfect seams or learning how to follow a pattern – my mum taught me patience, how to take my time and the joy of creating something with love and care. I can still hear her voice, soft but confident, offering gentle encouragement when things didn’t go quite right. “It’s not about perfection” she would say, “it’s about putting your heart into what you make.”

Those lessons went far beyond fabric and thread. They were about resilience, creativity and the importance of slowing down to appreciate the process rather than rushing to the result. With each project, my skills grew but so did my understanding of the deeper connections that sewing can create – connections to memories, people and to the past.

Sewing As Bonding

Sewing with my mum wasn’t just a practical activity – it was a form of bonding. Whether we were sitting together on a rainy afternoon, working on a quilt, hemming a dress or making me a new fancy dress outfit, there was always a quiet rhythm to our sewing sessions. We would chat about everything and nothing and those conversations became as valuable as the finished projects. Oh how I miss our conversations.

Sometimes our time together wasn’t about sewing at all. It was about sharing stories and laughter while she showed me how to tie a knot, sort out numerous problems with my bobbin (too many birds nests to remember) or measure and cut fabric. Those small moments are some of the most precious memories I have and they remind me of her strength, her patience and the love she always poured into everything she did.

Her Legacy Lives On

When she passed away, it left a void that was hard to fill. Yet, when I sit down to see how, I still feel her presence beside me, guiding my hands. I still have the machine, well actually machines that she once used in my sewing studio as a reminder of the countless hours we spent creating together. The fabric she left behind is a tangible piece of her – each piece a silent testament to her creativity and passion.

Every stitch I make is a tribute to the lessons she taught me: not just about sewing but about life itself. Her patience, her meticulousness and her unwavering belief in me are with me every time I sit down and sew. She showed me that it is okay to make mistakes, that every imperfection tells a story and that the process is just as important as the outcome.

Sewing For Her

In many ways, sewing has become my way of honouring my mum. When I create, I do it with her in mind, remembering how she taught me to carefully measure, cut and stitch – how she always reminded me to enjoy the journey. Now when I sew, I feel like I’m stitching together the fabric of our shared memories. Each project is a small piece of her, brought to life in the form of something tangible and meaningful.

There are days when I still find myself asking “what would mum do?” – not just in my sewing studio but life in general. Her teachings continue to guide me in ways I never expected. It’s as if she has passed down a legacy, not just of sewing, but of resilience, love and creativity. She showed me that there is beauty in the details and that even the simplest task can be an opportunity for connection and expression.

A lasting bond

Though my mum is no longer here, I know she’s still with me in every stitch I make, every fabric I choose and every pattern I follow. Her love of sewing and her dedication to teaching me have become part of who I am. It’s a bond that time and distance cannot take away, and one that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.

So, as I sew, I think of my mum with a heart full of gratitude. I honour her in each piece I create, knowing that her spirit lives on in the things I make and the lessons she imparted. My sewing journey began with her and it will continue I be a tribute to the incredible woman who first taught me the art of creation – and the value of love, patience and perseverance.

Mum, I will always carry you in my heart with every stitch. Thank you for teaching me more than just how to sew. You taught me to love, how to create snd how to live with purpose and passion. I miss you more than words can say, but your legacy will forever be stitched into everything I make.