Let me first say, Cheyenne is a wizard of sorts in her shop. She bounces from one task to the next, leaving a slew of beautifully crafted pieces in her wake. I’ve grown accustomed to her various trills and squeaks she makes after poking herself on needles or reconfiguring a hemline. And she manages to juggle her two beautiful girls that she home-schools all the while. I am humbled and grateful for all she is teaching me – so patiently.
I never, ever, ever thought I’d be sewing for a living. City girl turned General Contractor turned farmer and now I’m hooked on the thread. I’ve always admired those that could turn a raw material into something lovely, a work of art. I never thought I would have the patience to learn the skill of sewing. I could spend an evening daydreaming up things to make, look longingly at sensuous fabrics, but when it came down to business – to making this idea tangible – I would fizzle out. I had no skills. But!!! Little, by little, I am learning. Learning that there is soooo much to learn!!! Cheyenne is self-taught and has spent years becoming the seamstress she is today, but I am thoroughly enjoying being her apprentice.
Learning is easier when your teacher is on fire for what she is doing. And she hums a lot of Christmas tunes as we work. I may never get The Nutcracker out of my head before July, but I don’t mind.
Love, Love, Love!!!
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