Founder's Musings Archives - Page 4 of 6 - The Sewing Machine Project

Bib and Tucker, Birmingham

by Margaret | Jun 9, 2017 | Community Programs-National, Founder's Musings | 1 comment

by Chris Thomas, SMP board member Think of the old-time quilting bee and you’ll have an idea of what goes on at the Bib and Tucker Sew-Op. Women’s fingers are busy cutting and stitching while their chatter fills the room. Stories are swapped. Friendships are cemented....

The thing about sewing…

by Margaret | Feb 20, 2017 | Community Programs-Local, Founder's Musings, General | 1 comment

We come for the sewing, we stay for the community.

Katie’s buttons travel to Cuba

by Margaret | Jan 26, 2017 | Donors and Donations, Founder's Musings, General, Our Board and Volunteers | 1 comment

Katie Schultz Stout. Her name makes me smile. Katie was one of the very first members of The Sewing Machine Project board of directors. Wise, funny, compassionate–Katie was a clear, kind voice on the board for 8 years. And Katie gave her heart and soul to the...

Begin and end with gratitude

by Margaret | Dec 30, 2016 | Donors and Donations, Founder's Musings, General | 1 comment

It’s December and to many nonprofit organizations that means asking for donations. The Sewing Machine Project is no exception. We exist on the donations of individuals and small foundations around the country…without them we simply would not be. And so,...

YouMe Clothing-So Unique!

by Margaret | Oct 25, 2016 | Founder's Musings, General, Immigrant Groups | 0 comments

When we received the application for sewing machines from YouMe Clothing we couldn’t help but smile. It’s such a unique and beautiful idea! I asked Lauren Wallis, YouMe’s Founder, for a brief update: “YOUME Clothing is a nonprofit that exists...

In our own small ways

by Margaret | Apr 24, 2015 | Founder's Musings, General | 1 comment

I’d guess that most of us scan the internet in the morning. I know I do, after coffee and a little inspirational reading, I’m scanning the news, Facebook, my email to open the door and let the world in to my solitude. And so often it’s a...