A New Chapter

Tic tic tic, the needle moves up and down powerfully and effortlessly. The stitch is perfect–even and balanced–the upper and lower threads grabbing hold of one another, hands held in a tiny dot on the fabric’s surface. I am alone in our workroom. An...

My heart sings

I just heard from Annette who taught our most recent local sewing class. Working with a group of 8 beginning sewers, Annette and the volunteers who helped her were bubbling with excitement, clearly a reflection of the enthusiasm of the group they taught. A celebration...

It takes a village

We do not live in a vacuum. We are here to interact with one another. We are here to lift one another up and walk alongside one another. This is so true for The Sewing Machine Project. We exist because an idea was lifted up and people felt its power. Individuals and...

20–Pretty pretty

When I met Cherice Harrison Nelson for the first time I didn’t realize I was meeting a legend. Tall and regal, known as Queen Reesie to many, Cherice carries herself like a queen. Hovering in a cloud of chicory and milk foam, we met at CC’s Coffee on...

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