Firsts

There's a first time for everything.  That's one of the rewards of teaching--showing people a new skill, seeing the lightbulb go off, and watcing hands and brains work as one.  And sometimes, it's a first for us, as well.  

Such was the case on Sashiko Sunday.  It was our first Mindful Makers pop-up workshop, and we weren't quite sure what to expect.  The run-down?  Students ranging in age from a high school teenager through to a new-to-the-area grandmother in her 80s. 

We worked on samplers I had hand-drawn, so everyone could get up to speed with their running stitches and curves.  This was not difficult at all, and soon enough everyone broke out their own mending and/or clothing for embellishment--we were off and flying!

Our group was cozy, but focused.  At one point, the room was silent and I think you could actually hear the threads being pulled through the layers of fabric.  As a stitcher and slow fashion person, that was music to my ears.  Three hours later, we packed up, and everyone left with some completed mending, supplies to keep going, and the satisfaction of an afternoon well-spent.

The best thing about firsts?  

Seconds.  And there will definitely be seconds.