Confessional Friday w/ Glamazon

 

It’s Friday Confessional and today I am doing it a little different, only one confession. There’s a bit of a story with it so it constituted it’s very own blog post.

Now that I have set it up to be this huge thing, you are going to be sorely disappointed. I’m sorry.

Anyway.

I have had many passions in my life but the only ones that seem to stick is exercise, eating and pure idleness. I have a serious passion for idleness. One of these passions was when I was a young ‘un.

Sewing.

I know, intense.

My neighbor friend and I, who happened to be much younger than me because none of the kids my age would hang out with me because I was just that cool, would hang out and make pillows all day long. For some reason we didn’t branch out from the pillows much so our dolls had A LOT of pillows.

I think an unconscious part of me thought of this as a way of bonding with or being more like my mom. She was quite the gifted sewer.  When I was around 5 or 6 she made me an ‘Annie’ doll that was almost as tall as me. She had the perfect red curly hair, red dress and even an orphan dress. She also made me my first Cabbage Patch Doll a couple years later that I made sure she knew was a failure because it wasn’t the real thing nor did it say ‘mama’. What an awesome kid. She made a lot of clothing for me and my brothers in our younger years. A true domestic goddess.

These kinds of skills are quite impressive in my book and I think I was trying to gain the skills my mom had. Another neighbor lady-you know the one in your neighborhood that you think is your BFF even though she is old enough to be your mom-she took us in to show us how to make a doll. It was so fun! It was some sort of sock doll and it looked like crap but I thought she was beautiful!

The years went by and my passion for pillows and one random doll faded. I went to Home Ec in middle school where I ended up getting a D. Apparently my mom’s domestic goddess traits didn’t pass on to the next generation as much as I thought.

I have no skill in that area at all now. I can sew a button on but that’s pretty much it. I hear of people making their own dresses or kids clothing or even drapes and I think, it didn’t fall apart immediately after??

Looking back on the clothes my mom made, while they did require great skill and this was going on during the 70s, I wonder if I am doing my children a favor. Here’s an example:

I think I am stopping a cycle of abuse and torture from continuing throughout another generation.