Growing Up to the Hum of the Sewing Machine: Making Masks to Help During the COVID-19 Pandemic Has Brought Out All the Feels

He was always going to grow up knowing the hum of my sewing machine. Lately, I've been sewing masks for healthcare providers to help with the shortage. I have all the feels right now. ⁣

Sewing has helped me get through so much grief. After my brother-in-law, Jack, died I sewed coin purses out of his old shirts to keep a piece of him close. After I lost my daughter, I poured myself into my Etsy shop and found my way out of the darkness by the light of my sewing machine.⁣

There is not a time I haven't sat down at my sewing machine and felt instantly connected to my grandmother and Aunt Edna. I miss them every single time I flip that switch on. I use their old scissors and pin cushions and I can hear them asking, "Did you make that?" ⁣

I sit in my grandfather's chair as I sew. I barely knew my grandfather, but I know his heart would be so happy to have it full. It's the perfect chair.⁣

Past, present and future – all stitched together.

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