I've written here about this before, I know. So I needn't elaborate about the appeal of sewing to us sew-ers, the pleasure we get from working intimately with beautiful fabric. And even if we did once, we no longer do it just to save money.
Especially since to me the quality of the fabric is paramount, it's not usually cheaper to make rather than buy clothes – though certainly it remains cheaper to sew home furnishings than to buy drapes, cushion covers and bedspreads. And I'm now moving into that demographic whose members actually don't need new clothes, or even new curtains; the ones we've got could well 'see us out' (as my mother once said about the new set of appliances she purchased when my father retired).
No, sewing, for me, is about creating. Or when I sew for my daughter or new grand-daughter, it's about setting love into stitches. It's also the most relaxing pastime I've ever known – more soothing, even, than reading. It wasn't always so, of course. Time was when putting in a zipper was an activity fraught with danger. It might or mightn't succeed, after all. But that time is long past.
The confidence that comes with experience means that that and every other stage in the process of bringing a garment or piece of soft furnishing to fruition is no longer cause for anxiety. The fingers may be arthritic now, but they've memorised the moves, much like they once knew how to travel across the keyboard when playing well-practised pieces. So the mind is free to....well, I suppose it's a bit like meditating. Except that at the end of the session, there's something material to show for it.
Time was when I only sewed after dark, dinner dishes cleared away, the child asleep and the day's work, paid or otherwise, complete. Evenings are still my favourite sewing times. But now I can extend those sessions well past midnight if I like, knowing that no alarm clock need be set for the next morning. I can leave all the gear in place on the dining table as long as I like. No sticky fingers need to use that space on the morrow. And every now and then, with my favourite radio station playing in the background, I can sit down in broad daylight and sew the day away, with little else to intrude on my time and talents.