Personal Narrative: My Story Of Sewing

When it comes to my passion most don’t understand it the way I do. For the past three years my passion has been lacrosse. Since I was a freshman at Sandalwood High School my interests for the sport have grown and my devotion and commitment have reached new limits. Most people don’t understand lacrosse, they just know that it is a sport “with sticks and stuff”, and while I don’t take offense to ignorance; sharing my passion with others is never a burden. Lacrosse is one of the biggest parts of my life as of now and I believe it will continue to be for many years to come, but there’s more to the sport than most people know. Lacrosse has a history behind it older than any other sport in America, as well as the fact that as of now,

My story begins with a little girl stepping foot on her first softball field and her coach, who is also her dad, walking right behind her. She was dressed in a big bright t-shirt that said “pixies” and her pants were too big. This little girl is me during my first softball game in 2007, which ultimately ended with me in tears, running off the field. Indefinitely, things change throughout the years.

My first example of one of my peices of work is my Garage Sale flyer. I choes this as one of my examples because it demonstates my understandings of our unit all about creating flyers,business cards etc… The strongest aspects of this peice of work is the way I have all the information needed in an organized way. It does not look super cluttered. I think i could always work on something with any peice of work i do. With this peice i think i could work on my spelling and puncuation. Some of the skills i use to create this peice were; Change the backround, Bordes and accents, Text and

“How did you cut your thumb with a razor blade and why were you using one?” Mrs. Fincher questioned (the nurse).

WILLY [angrily, taking them from her]: I won’t have you mending stockings in this house! Now throw them out!

I would be an outstanding student in Spelman College's faculty classes because I am hard worker. My work has always came first even when I had experienced a big transition in my life I didn't allow that to stop me from doing my work. My work was always a outlet for me to express myself and to show my teachers how I really think. For instance, in my English Composition Class we read a poem called "I Want A Wife by Judy Brady" then we read a book named "Fences by August Wilson", and one day we were in class discussing the poem in the book and it shocked my teacher when I made the connection between the two. I thought my teacher made us read "I want a wife" because in the book "Fences" the main character named Troy expected everything in that

My name was announced over the loud speaker “Gary Winthrop now up to bat.” I stepped into the box and took a practice swing. I starred the pitcher right in the eyes tempting him to throw me the ball. He wound up and threw me a slow curve ball that felt like it was hanging in the air forever. I took one step and took a smooth swing. The ball popped off my bat like a rocket and flew over the fence to score the winning run. All 50,000 fans in the stands went crazy. I heard my alarm clock go off, dang it was just a dream. I really didn't feel like going to school.

It was a Saturday morning and it was game day. The game didn’t start until 12:00 and we didn’t have to be there 10:45 A.M. Once all of us got there and we finally got into the gym to shoot around and warm up, Alicia and I were talking about who St. Marys had all beaten. From who they had beaten, they sounded pretty good. After a while of shooting we started to stretch. Alicia, Hannah, and Emily were near me so I asked them why the other team wasn’t here yet. Emily said “I don’t know they normally are already here”. By this time Taylor Swift’s song came on which is Emily’s favorite singer. The song was “22” and Emily started to sing “We will just keep dancing like were 22”. Once we were done stretching we started to shoot

I went out to my swing set and found chain to chain a spiraling spider web sparkling with rain. “Why aren’t you swinging?” My mother asked, ”What is it?” “A spider is spinning a maze.”

Have you ever pricked yourself while sewing a big bulky quilt by putting the pieces together? Yes, it may have happened quite a few times while you were in the middle of the process. A quilt can warm the body and comfort the soul. It is a warm bed covering made of padding enclosed between layers of fabric and kept in place by lines of stitching, made to comfort and warm people’s body when they are a little chilly. Sewing is important because without the stitching, the fabrics wouldn’t be held in place correctly. Quilting can be also a big challenge because it is time consuming, but it would all be worth it because a quilt can last forever and also hold memories for a lifetime. There are many important aspects to quilting and sewing, such

“Falling down is an accident, staying down is a choice.” I believe this quote helps me understand the true meaning and purpose of getting back up again.

This Baby Lock machine includes embroidery patterns that range from simple to complex, so this is a home appliance that will grow with you as you gain experience sewing. When you sew for the first time, you will appreciate the features like the needle threader, automatic cutter, and easy to use bobbin winder. Spools can be used vertically or horizontally on the baby lock, a very handy feature when indulging in sewing marathons. This Baby Lock machine will allow cones to be used, which eliminates that nasty circumstance when you sew without thread because the 200 yard spool has run out. When you quilt, you know that 2,000 yards is the very minimum needed to complete the quilt, but a cone will be adequate for a queen size

“I can’t believe I’m doing this” I mutter into my wool scarf. It’s four o’clock in the afternoon and the weather reads ten degrees Fahrenheit; it’s a rather dreary day with no clouds in sight. I shift my weight and try to get into a more comfortable squatting position as rocks dig into my boots. Five minutes in and my hands are numb I scribble in a notepad.

I’m only sixteen, but I’ve been a grandmother for years. I know the recipe for butterscotch brownies by heart, I have a strong penchant for sweaters, and I love to knit. When I joined knitting club as an overly excited freshman, I expected it to be one of the clubs where I was planning on going to a meeting or two and and then never show up again, but I was so very wrong. Knitting quickly became an integral part of my life and helped me forge new and rekindle old friendships throughout the years.

Running off the field I swoop up my girl, Daisy Windsor, who was cheering for me on the sidelines. We had just won our last football game of the season against the Mare Island Marines. I started thinking what my life wouldve been like if I continued on with the military field after I graduated. I couldve been one of those marines on the field. I shake the thought and focus on the beautiful girl in front of me in her cute little uniform. "Congrats Mr. Exeter," She smirked. I grabbed her hand and kissed the ring on her finger. "Thank you Mrs. soon-to-be Exeter." I met Daisy soon after I started college. We ran into eachother, literally, on the way to class on the first day. She dropped all her books on the floor  and immediately dropped down to