I always enjoy my sewing.
My nanna was a tailoress. It was pretty serious business. Whenever we went to visit her she seemed to be always either sewing or 'fitting' her customers. Her sewing room was upstairs and my sister and I would play dress-ups with all the exquisite fabrics we found in her old tapestry trunk. Sometimes we would dress up in tulle, satin and high heels (where we got those from I don't know) and slide down the staircase banister to our imaginary awaiting prince charming while the grown-ups were in the dining room having scones....(or something a little more hearty!)
I learnt to sew on an old Singer treadle sewing machine. It belonged to Mrs Whiting, and for some reason we seemed to have it on a long term loan. Mrs Whiting was very stern...and really really scary. I made a fully lined tweed pants suit (real women didn't wear jeans apparently) on that old treadle. Now I can't even put in a zip without reading the instructions. Probably the lack of french chalk, powder and lippy.