Photo-Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum
If you Google the Mill Fab Fabric stores you won’t find anything. Anyone that is looking for Fabricland in the old Kanata mini mall near KFC won’t find that either.
I was 5 years old when my grandmother handed me a scrap of fabric and told me to create something. It probably never occurred to her that a creative 5-year-old and a sharp sewing needle could be a volatile combination.
Sewing is one of those skills that connects me to the past; every time I pick up a needle and thread, I think about my Grandmother and what she taught me. For years I used to sew and it took me forever to finish projects and I struggle mightily with weighing perfectionism with actually having something finished. Like, “will this shoddy zipper bother me more than NEVER FINISHING ANYTHING EVER?” So sewing was banished from my life years ago when I stopped designing clothes for my store in Ottawa and closed it.
When I protest and tell people how much I hated it when I did commission work for friends, and how much time it took for how little money I made, they tell me I should “just make something small” because they know a guy who knows a guy who does that for a living.
Yeah, and I’m sure they make less than I do for WAY more than 40 hours of work.
I sort of hate sewing because it’s too expensive and I’m horrible at spatial thinking, so it requires way more mental energy than any other hobby. Also, fabric is expensive! People who don’t sew think you save money by sewing, but it’s almost always more expensive as off-the-rack. I used to sell vintage dress patterns because the news ones are so expensive. But then again, so are some of the old ones. Check this out!