Sewing. Isn't that strange how many people are sewing? The place where I choose to take my healthy bean juice has a table created with a sewing machine treadle. My grandmother used a treadle machine. Kids today aren't happy unless their sewing machine can be programmed.
My doctor insists I cut back on the healthy bean juice. Make that two doctors right now who, er, strongly urge me to stop the caffeine. I view this as criminal.
As many guitars, basses and amps and A/V systems of many persuasions grace my Music Room (and I do love it!), Mrs. Dog's Sewing Room is literally
awash with fabric of all shapes, sizes, colors and textures, nearly swamping her few computerized embroidering machines, while the long-arm quilting machine, and dedicated tablet PC, dominates one wall of the room.
She grew up sewing & embroidering by hand, but when we visited a shop demonstrating a computerized embroidery machine she was instantly transfixed, transformed and transmuted. I had to buy one to get her out of the store! Decades and many, many $$$s later she still spends all day long running multiple machines simultaneously producing cute fingertip towels to gorgeous king-sized quilts and everything in between.
We each appreciate and support each other's hobbies and interests. While all our children are musical, only one has made a career of Music Education. But, until recently, none of the kids, or grandkids, were at all interested in sewing. But the now 13-year-old granddaughter has a sewing friend who shares the machine MawMaw bought her and they have pieced together a couple quilt tops and, more recently, made their own skirts (as a surprise to MawMaw)!
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