I find the smell of fresh fabric one of the most intoxicating and wonderful smells in the world. It's almost as euphoric as the smell of cookies and cream ice cream, but can't hold a candle to the the smell of a brand new book (which, by the way, is my favorite scent in the world). To be completely honest, I don't know what makes me love the scent of crisply ironed cotton or satin. But if I could guess, I would infer that it comes from the association to fabric stores and memories of walking into one. When I was younger, and still now, it was a mix of the vibrant colors, the possibilities behind each, and aroma given off. I can't honestly say that my love of sewing is a love that "has been there for as long as I can remember." In fact, I can date the start of my …show more content…
It's how I spend my time when feeling happy or sad or angry. Sewing makes me feel content while creating and overjoyed when finished. My machine has grown to be one of my dearest friends. It keeps me company on Friday nights, when I'm listening to Schubert, Taylor Swift, or sometimes its her gentle lull of the foot and needle making stitches beat by beat. Which, coincidentally, the machine's lullaby is one of my favorite sounds of the world. It's almost as euphonious as rain hitting glass, but can't hold a candle to the sound of trees rustling. I find the smell of fresh fabric one of the most intoxicating and wonderful smells in the world. It's almost as euphoric as the smell of cookies and cream ice cream, but can't hold a candle to the the smell of a brand new book (which, by the way, is my favorite scent in the world). To be completely honest, I don't know what makes me love the scent of crisply ironed cotton or satin. But if I could guess, I would infer that it comes from the association to fabric stores and memories of walking into one. When I was younger, and still now, it was a mix of the vibrant colors, the possibilities behind each, and aroma given