For the longest time I've always wanted a sewing machine. I've been making clothes, by hand since 7th grade. My dad graciously bought me my very own sewing machine in late high school. I loaned it to a family friend and never saw it again.
Since then I've been sewing off and on.
Noticing my love and passion, Randi bought me one for my last birthday. And I've let it sit in a box for almost a year.
Fact is, when I was seriously low I made the sad decision to let go of my mom's old sewing items. I had consolidated all of her things into an ugly plastic container with every thread color imaginable, needles, pins and finishing items.
I desperately miss it. And also feel lost without it. I wanted to sew with her. But she wasn't there. But I at least had her items. The things she used.
I know if I start over that maybe one day my daughter will have my things. But it's the starting over part that is hard.
Which is more important: starting over or creating? I think the latter