sewing yoga
I have been trying to come up with a better sewing room set up, something with enough flat space to spread out, and keep baskets underneath like my mom did. So I asked my mom. She has trouble with her memory now, and talking about recent things can frustrate her, but we had a great conversation about this. We laughed and laughed, so I thought I would share it.
When I was a little girl my mom sewed on the dining table in our basement. This was the 70s, so think wood panel rumpus room with macrame owls, drip wax wine bottle candle holders.
When she quilted she would open the table, but not put in the leaves. She would crawl under the table and come up in the opening that this created. She sat on an old chair that she sawed the back off to make it into a stool. (She let me help sand it smooth and paint it to make it pretty. My mom's fearlessness about using power tools led to my sister and me being first girls Jr. High wood shop, and mom had to fight to get them to let us into that class.)
I was debating if yoga had given me enough flexibility to try this approach. She pointed out that back then, all phones had cords. Every time she was really getting going on sewing, the phone would ring, she would duck down, crawl out from under the table, run upstairs, through the kitchen to the phone. Her 70s version of an exercise class!
I am going to have to stick with sewing on my little table, which I purchased used, and cut down and rebuilt to hold my machine. Thanks mom, the power tools still make the job easier.