Excuse the title…Sew-er…no sewer. When I was in 4th grade I had to read out loud. I hated it. I read the sentence pronouncing the word “sewer” as “sew-er” as in person who sews. The class laughed and laughed at me….I was so embarrassed but as girl whose mom sewed, my mind thought sewer was a person who sewed not a means of getting rid of waste. Since them I am careful about the word.
Anyway, Monday I was at the computer writing a blog post about our adventure selling antiques/junk at Clear Lake when I got a message from our son Karl. Sadly, his girlfriend broke up with him….she was sweet girl and seemed like a good match for Karl, but alas. I messaged back and forth with him a bit feeling some of his pain. I hate when as a mom I can’t always fix things but that’s the way it goes, especially for them as adults.
The conversation was over when the computer beeped again. It was Karl again. He asked, “In less depressing news, how do you reload a bobbin in Millie?” Well Millie is the sewing machine that me has at college. I smiled. Like mother, like son, a little therapy by means of sewing.
I really couldn’t explain that in words via text or phone. So I told him to look online, find the manual, and do what it says.
Apparently he must have because in a few minutes the computer dinged again. He was sending me pictures. At first, I couldn’t tell what it was.
Then I could see that is was a…draw string bag.
Then I saw it was to cover his sword.
Karl belongs to a sword fighting group at college. They aren’t “real” swords. Apparently he needed a cover for it.
Looks like a perfect fit.
Sometime in the future I’ll tell him it will last longer if you make the hole for the opening for the draw string in the seam. Someday I’ll explain that to the make casing for the draw string he could have turned it over twice. For now, I’m one happy momma that he was willing to give it a try on his own. The confidence to try is what any sew-er needs.
I wrote back and told him I loved it..and I do.
I also told him that he just might find that sewing is good therapy. I told him I use it for therapy all the time.
Then he sent me this picture…here he is sewing as part of a project he’s doing for a UNI college class.
Even though he was feeling a little sad, it sure is great to see him smiling.
He’s such a great guy, not neat, and very forgetful but in the things that count, compassion, honesty, creativity and sense of humor, he’s got it…and I can say this, I’ll put his sewing skills up to most any other 23 year old. He makes his momma proud.