
I asked my mom to snap a photo recently because I was curious how it is now. It definitely shows age as the wooden frame deteriorated but the machine itself has no sign of aging, except the metal stand and pedal with some rusting.
Sewing didn’t always have an honorable position during the old days. Surprising, although fashion continues.
As of this writing, the sewing and crafting industry holds a significant value of over $36 billion. The younger generations, crafters ages 18- 34, comprise 41% of the market share.
New models of Singer, Brother, and other brands, with their bells and whistles, you would think that they were born yesterday. But they evolved from the past with some historical drama which give me some “Woah!” moments when I read them.
Right now, the sewing machine is in favor.
The sewing enthusiasts have glorified her, and she is the maiden of their homes, displayed at fancy crafting tables, praised in every sewist’s conversations. Her fine ways and beauty were the topic of many excited crafters to whom she was a stranger yesterday without honor or allure.
My first encounter with the sewing machine dates from the 1990s, my mom’s. By then, I couldn’t care less other than ride the pedal when she’s not looking. The pedal is wide enough to accommodate my little bum as I sat on it and turned the big wheel like steering a car. Then the pedal rocked me side to side. Fun times!
Then, my own attachment to a sewing machine started in 2020 when I was walking at Walmart craft isle looking for something to do to be productive while staying at home while the world is shut down by ‘Rona.
I saw the sewing machine and it brought back childhood memories of my mom sewing. So I got me one and I have been faithful to her in good times and bad since then.

Ours has not always been an easy relationship to maintain. At first, as a newbie, I had too many mistakes; my machine had.
Later, as I advanced on my skill, I had my increased desire for more complex projects; my machine had. I can’t imagine if my machine could speak.
Non-sewists may think of a sewing machine as just a prop to collect dust. Not for us devoted sewists. My devotion to the sewing machine has increased tremendously. I remained loyal, as a bride would to a man his family received with open ridicule.
To a sewing enthusiast like me, all sewing projects are exciting and endlessly fascinating.
Every time I settle down and look at my growing wardrobe, it reminds me of the first glazed expression on my face, my first story of how to sew a wool coat!
Now, I wear a smile as I listen to the enthusiastic humming of my machine, which has abided me on my elevated sewing game and fills my closet with newfound creations.
That’s how my passion for sewing started. How about you? How did you start with sewing? I’d love to hear your sewing stories! You can comment below or visit my social accounts for a fun recollection of our sewing journeys. ????
I wrote my reviews on the sewing machines I own, if you want to check them out here.