My mother joined my husband and me on a recent vacation to Cape Cod, and I have to say, that while I love my mother (need to be careful as she reads every blog!) … we don't always agree. In fact, we rarely agree, except when it comes to sewing.
Sewing on vacation? It can be done,
but eating lobster comes first!
I think of my mother as an opposite-sayer. Whatever I say, she says the opposite. I am sure that she thinks the same of me. What is even more strange, it that everyone tells me that we are like two peas in a pod.
The decision to join the trip was a last-minute impulse, driven most by the fact that my nieces were joining us as well. Wherever grandchildren go, my mother is likely to follow.
Knowing that all three generations would be together, and that we would be driving a large SUV just begging to be filled with stuff, I decided to bring both my sewing machine and my serger, as well as my sewing kit and some projects.
I love to sew while I'm on vacation, and I remember clearly one flight to Padre Island where my sewing machine would fit neither under the seat, nor in the overhead bin, and I definitely wasn't checking this prized item. When the attendant came through to see if the aisles were clear, I had to hide the machine beneath my feet and an artfully draped airline blanket. Don't even ask what happened at the security checkpoint. It goes without saying that my husband pretended he didn't know me for the trips to and fro.
That was the last time I took a sewing machine on a flight, but wherever we drive, the machine goes. This time around my goals were to have my mother show me how to use a serger I had inherited, and perhaps do some sewing with my nieces.
It took some determination as vacations are fraught with distractions like snoozing in the hammock and taking long morning walks. But one morning before she left, we pulled out the serger, she looked at the directions and then ignored them, and hooked me up. I don't have the same instinct for machinery that she does, so this was accomplished with some annoyed exclamations on her part, but I endured and persevered and can now use my serger. This will open up a whole new world of quickly finished garments.
The second goal of sewing with my nieces was preempted by the birth of my nephew very early on the morning of the Fourth of July. My nieces had spent the night and there was much celebrating in the wee hours, so that we slept through our designated sewing time. Not to mention that my pre-teen nieces now sleep 12 hours at least, because, as they explained to me, they are growing.
We did however purchase some pretty, gauzy cotton fabric for pinafores that I had planned to sew. Fabric and the pattern went home with my mother, and now the pinafores are on her plate. All in all it was worthwhile to lug the machines with us, even if one never saw the light of day. And the memories of serging and fabric shopping will be intertwined with the joy of welcoming a new family member on one of the year's best birthdays.
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Do you ever travel with your sewing machine? I would love to hear your tales!