When I moved out of my mom's house at 18 I was almost as sad to leave her sewing machine behind as anything else.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My mother was kept very busy with her sewing; sometimes she would have another woman helping her.
My parents got me a sewing machine for Christmas during my senior year of high school. I made three pieces of clothing and had a fashion show at the end of the year, where we had to wear the clothes that we made. I took it to a whole new level; I made all my friends clothes.
I finally moved out of my parent's house. It was only fair to let my sister have her own room.
My mother had bought a sewing machine for me. When I went away to college, she gave me a sewing machine, a typewriter and a suitcase, and my mother made $17 a week working as a maid 12 hours a day, and she did that for me.
I preferred sewing to bossing little children.
A good use for me is to let me go away with my sewing machine and come back with some really new stuff.
My mom dressed me in silk to go to elementary school. In kindergarten, they sent me home because I couldn't do finger painting in my dress.
I was the child who would leave school and take her clothes off the second I got into the house. I made my mom buy me lingerie when I was 5 years old. I was a sicko. My mother must have been mortified.
My mom taught me how to sew when I was 2 or 3, so I've been sewing for as long as I can remember.
My mother did like to make clothes, and in I think the worst picture I've ever seen of myself - I must have been eight or nine - she'd dressed me in a matching t-shirt and Bermuda shorts ensemble which I think looked like somebody had thrown up all over it. I was so glad when that sewing machine stopped working, I have to say.