When I was a kid, I think women could still sew clothes at home for cheaper than they could buy them. I shudder at some of the shit my mom made me wear. She thought she was a good sewer and she tried, I guess. She put a lot of effort into it. I was too young at the time to see that or appreciate it. I hated the clothes the women in my family made for me and now as an adult looking back - I feel ashamed and sorry for them. But gawd, I'm glad I don't have to put up with that anymore, HAR HAR HAR!
Today my wife is an outhouse seamstress and if I recall, she said it's almost impossible now for the home seamstress to make clothes cheaper than they can be bought at the store. But she does it for fun. As a man wisely keeping his mouth shut and looking on at all this - I have to admit that I am just fascinated by the machine. The new ones are all microprocessor based now - women can download a patter off the internet and the machine will embroider crests and logos as good as the ones you get from the pros. About the only reason to sew now is if you want to make something truly unique. My wife can make some seriously cool stuff. When I get working again, I am going to ask her to make me one of these:
It's called a 'capote' and it is all the
rage amongst the contemporary black powder geeks
and the fur traders of yesteryear.
One of my arch enemies at the Edmonton House Brigade
wore one with antique coins for buttons.
They're made from Hudson's Bay Blankets.
We have one of these as a curio downstairs - it was the machine my wife learned to sew on.
All ours needs is a leather fly wheel belt
and it could go
right back to work today.
I thought this thing was a valuable antique and we did some research on the old singer - only to learn that they are a dime a dozen and some folks can't give them away. Whatever - I still like ours.