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The One About The First Piece

I started stitching when I was 11. First it was just adjusting garments or sewing ripped seams, especially on my school uniform. Then it was stitching straight seams or hems on garments my grandmothers were making. It was only towards the end of 2000 that I had the opportunity and resources to cut and stitch a piece on my own and without supervision! (I say without supervision because my grandmother wasn’t around; I was not allowed to use her beloved Singer sewing machine in her absence).

Feeling very rebellious, I dug out a leftover piece of material and chalked it out. Because there wasn’t much material, I had settled on making a shirt. I remember spending more time on measuring and cutting than the actually stitching (sometimes I still do that). For my first, it turned out pretty well (so said my mother who doesn’t really stitch) and I wore it very many times.

Today, while tidying up my closet, I came across this piece and realised that stitching is the only hobby which 15 years later, I still enjoy. I think I am a bit too old and heavy to climb up trees 🙁 .

Here is the front and back view of the shirt. The stitching isn’t great throughout as I had no knowledge of how to set thread tensions back then.


Close up of the stitching


The collar didnt turn out as well as I had expected, but I covered it up with those tie ups (sneaky, I know 🙂 ).


While the shirt has survived almost 14 years, I had to put it through one more test. So I tried it on.


Needless to say after 14 years and the effects of puberty; the shirt failed to contain my boobs. Regardless, this shirt remains in the “too attached to get rid of pile” of clothing.

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