My younger daughter is a master at appealing to my sewing ego.
We’re practicing Catholics, and her First Communion is approaching at the end of April. In our religion this generally means a fancy white dress and pretty veil for the special occasion. (The photo above is from my older daughter’s First Communion in 2010.)
Because I sew more than I did in 2010, when I didn’t sew the dress – I was already excited (and a bit anxious) about sewing my younger daughter’s Communion dress.
Special occasion fabrics. Gorgeous trims. Beads.
And then she said,
“…I want you to make my dress so I can pass it down to my daughter and she can pass it down to her daughter.”
But wow, the pressure.
See, aside from a fancy Halloween costume I made with a lace overlay, I’ve never sewn with special occasion fabrics.
But I thought about it, decided to get started, and scheduled a series here about sewing the dress and a beautiful hair accessory.
I imagined my daughter’s excitement, the questions from others about whether I sewed this sure-to-be-lovely frock. An oh, the photos I would take of her!
…I realized I might be making a mistake.
My daughter’s First Communion was becoming more about a dress, and me – than about her, Jesus, and our faith.
This sacrament was turning into a showcase for my sewing ego.
…oh, please tell me I’m not the only sewist guilty of this?
I *think* it’s okay to admit it. We love our art and craft and developing our skill, and it’s also a little fun to get praise from others with our sewing.
…we’re all human and want to be liked, after all.
It’s kind of painful to admit.
But special occasion sewing isn’t my “sewing personality” right now. And I would be making the dress to make my daughter happy…
...and maybe, just maybe, to show off a little.
But this isn’t my show. It’s not my day. Someone might ask me if I made the dress anyway, and I’ll say no….and then they’ll go on congratulating my daughter for reaching this milestone in her faith, rather than asking me more questions about the sewing.
I’ll still create my daughter’s hair accessory, though.
…because I want to, and I know it will make my daughter happy.
It can be passed down to her daughter and her granddaughter, too.
And it won’t be about my sewing ego.
I’m happy I reeled mine in.
Have you ever had to tame yours?