Finally

I started this blog awhile ago and finally I am putting up my first post.


A brief history of Omosi and sewing.

One of my mother's business ventures involved owning a sewing shop with a lot of veerrrryyy interesting tailors, there was Iya Yinka who forever had trouble with her husband, Uncle Ik who claimed to be a civil war vet and ate our pet tortoise, Funmi who claimed to be from Togo but didn't have a French accent, Okey who couldn't sew for shit yet my mum kept him on for years and finally Victor who sewed like a dream but used all his money on women and liquor and occasionally stole customers' fabric and took outside jobs. But the best tailor of all was and remains my mother.

The woman can sew anything she wants and she's very creative. She thinks up stuff that is like WTF but it works and turns out wonderful. Her mother could sew too and at some point owned her own shop. Then there's me, who is afraid of sewing machines. Oh, I've always sewn little things, from the age of five I used to sew waist bags and clothes for my Barbies but I was always shooed away from the machines. During the summer of my fourteenth year I decided to sew something using the sewing machine, I've forgotten what it was. All I remember was that a few seconds after I hit the pedal, I had sewed the tip of my finger, chipped the bone of said finger and was running around with blood streaming down my arm with a piece of needle stuck in my finger. My dearest mother had to use her teeth to yank out the needle and I was taken to the clinic where they removed most of the needle pieces, a term later since the wound wasn't healing I'd go back for the Dr to dig around and remove what was left of the needle.

Understandably I was scared of sewing machines but I was still fascinated by sewing and longed to make an outfit a day just because I felt like it. While I was in college I bought a used sewing machine for $40, it was veeerrryyy slow and still I was scared of it. It sat unused till my mother came to visit me one summer and then I took a year off college and had to give away/sell all my stuff, so adios my poor neglected sewing machine. I've remained fascinated but verrryyyy scared of sewing machines in spite of my mother bugging me to learn how to sew using a sewing machine. But last month or so I decided to make a satin pillow case for my gigantic square pillow and was too lazy to hand sew? stitch? the whole thing. I decided to face my old enemy -yup my mother still has those sewing machines, she has had them for almost 20+ years and they still work-, I sat at the machine and started sewing verrrryy slowly and guess what? None of Omosi was harmed, phew.....but but but the machine stopped working halfway through and since my mother wasn't around, I abandoned the project. But now I am not as scared of sewing machines as I used to be

Progress!!!!

Hopefully by the time the year is out, I'll be proud owner of at least two Omosi made dresses that will be PERFECT muahahahahaha..........sorry, I got carried away, thinking I was Dr Frankenomosi....lame I know but it 6:20am and I haven't slept so suck it.

Ehem ehem, soooo as I was saying, wait what was I saying. ANYWAY, to kick off my sewing blog, I present my hand sewn bows in the next post :D