And here I thought sewing was a lost art. It certainly is lost on me, though I still know how to sew. In fact if I opened the closet door behind me you would see my sewing machine just waiting for me to stop procrastinating the mending and hemming stacked on top of it.
But two events that happened in my little world in one day (yesterday) lets me know the art of sewing is alive and well.
At a baby shower, Melody opened several quilts, bibs, burp cloths, receiving blankets, and this darling sleep sack—all created on sewing machines by her caring church friends.
In the afternoon of the same day at a different church a sewing party took place to make hygiene kit bags for Syrian refugees. Look at these women of all ages who put their sewing efforts together to add their part to the greater good! (photo swiped from Paula’s Facebook)