Remembering my roots…

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Just back from a supply run, and after trying two other Byward Market places that might have sold twill tape/straight of grain ribbon, I ended up at Richard Robinson school.  The Tuck Shop.

There is a funny young man who has been working there for about 5 years, according to his chatter today, and I pop upstairs about once every 4-6 months for some supply that I don’t want to drive all the way out to a fabric store to pick up and especially if the little yarn/sewing place on Nicholas doesn’t have it { I go see her first, small business and all}

And today it was straight of grain tape as I have a slew of under-bustles to create and I have devised my own ribbon system that works pretty well, especially with cotton tape that sticks to itself once tied in a little bow.

As I was leaving the school, I cannot help but count the years since I graduated from the Fashion Designer { 1988] and Couturier [ 1989] courses there.   It’s been a while.  And over the past few years, I have run into a few of my school mates from those years, some still sewing but many having moved on to other creative adventures – which is all very cool.

Today I was thinking of the day I went in for my first meeting with “Mr. Robinson”, when I was applying to attend the school.  I don’t remember the exact day or anything, but it would have been in the spring of 1986, the year I graduated from high school, making me 17 at the time – just barely 17.

My mom and I drove to Ottawa and she came up with me and waited for our allotted appointment time.  I told her it was okay for her to stay out in the waiting area while i went in, but “Mr. Robinson” happy invited her to join us.  I would have shown him sewing projects and probably some artwork, and I vaguely remember him asking my mom what she thought – kinda odd, but I think he was trying to make me feel comfortable as I would be one of the youngest people in the class.  Folks from Ontario did 2 more years than us folk in Quebec at that time, so I would have been starting at 17 with 19 -40 year olds { actually one lovely lady was in her 50s I think}.

So while I don’t remember every specific detail, I do remember the feeling of nervousness, anticipation, but also a confidence  – I always felt strong in my sewing capabilities, even at that age.  I was making Grad dresses that year for 3 friends…

Anyhoo – if one is going to spend some time on  beautiful Friday afternoon reminiscing, it might as well be about something positive, and although there were a lot of stressful times during those 3 years, and the 20ish years since, it’s all good.


One thought on “Remembering my roots…

  1. And there are many folks in the city, including some lucky dancers, that are glad you made that drive!

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