Follow Alie on her sewing journey at MT

Alie signed up for our 'Learn to Sew' series and now she is sharing her journey with you in detail. The highs and lows and everything in between, be inspired to join us and be cool like Alie x

Posted: 25 March, 2025

Let's start at the beginning...

After several years of watching Sewing Bee and various sewist Instagram accounts, I was finally going to learn how to make my own clothes.

It doesn’t usually take such a long stretch of yearning to begin a skill. Generally, the discovery-to-fixation pipeline is a matter of days. I see a video about polymer clay and by the end of the week I’ve sunk a bunch of cash, called in sick to spend the entire day crafting, grown bored and moved on to the next thing.

But when it comes to sewing, the barriers to entry are a little more frightening. It’s one thing to drop £30 on clay you’ll end up giving away. It’s another to invest in a sewing machine.

Not only that, but how do you know what fabric to buy? How do you measure your body? What does ‘cut on a bias’ mean, and wtf is selvedge? Even if you were to take the risk and buy everything you need, hoping you could work out how to use it on YouTube, where do you fit all this paraphernalia in a tiny London flat?

But Insta kept sending me sewing videos, and I kept eating them up and saying more please, yum yum yum. So I decided it was time. That’s how I ended up roaming the streets around Make Town because in my eagerness I’d arrived 20 minutes early to my ‘Learn to Sew’ class.

Sewing classes offer a set of projects on which to learn the basics, so I wanted to find a class in which I’d make something I’d actually use. Sustainability is a primary driver of why I want to learn to make my own clothes, so I didn’t see the point of starting the journey making something that would end up in the back of the cupboard. I have enough cushion covers, and the perfect capacious tote bag – I don’t need anymore, thank you. Brooke’s class said we’d make an apron and project bag; much more useful; sign me up.

Everything we need would be provided, so I showed up with nothing but a positive attitude, made some small talk with the other students, and then Brooke laid out pre-cut fabric samples for us to choose from for our project bag, I selected a pink pinstripe, a forest green, and a purple paisley number for the lining. 

First, we had to learn how to thread a sewing machine (something I’ve had to relearn each time I’ve sat down at a machine, like I’ve never done it before) and then we were off, each tinkering away with our work while Brooke ran around the room getting us out of whatever trouble we’d sewn ourselves into. We pinned and ironed, made linings, flipped things inside out, pulled drawstrings through special channels, and all of a sudden, like some kind of alchemy, we each had a bag in our hands. What witchcraft was this? Those three squares of fabric and a bit of rope had become a thing; a perfect little pouch. 

Brooke posted this photo of the whole class looking cute and me looking insane, but I do feel it captures the joy I felt.

Look at my claw hand. That’s a claw of pure delight.

I’m a skincare girlie, so as soon as I got home, I filled the bag with all the various creams and tinctures that were littered around the house, and I’ve used it every day since. I still get as much satisfaction from this little bag as I did that first night, staring at it fondly on the ride home, this thing I’d made from scraps and string.

For the second and third weeks of this three-week course, we used the same principles we’d learned for the bags but on a bigger scale, and this time we cut our own fabric. I chose a mustard-yellow linen for my apron and rolled it out on the cutting table. Cutting fabric is terrifying because a mistake can ruin a huge swathe of linen. Brooke told us that to avoid janky little snips and messy edges we should ‘cut with conviction’, meaning to slice away bravely, using the full blade of the scissors. Cut with conviction I muttered to myself, as I sliced a single clean stroke before losing my nerve and proceeding to cut like a toddler, in jagged, uneven lines that barely aligned with the actual pattern. BUT because sewing is magic, all those raggedy ends got nicely folded into hems and you’d never know they were there.

It’s done! And Brooke gave me a ham to hold for the photo because I didn’t know what to do with my arms. (What’s a ham, you ask? No idea. Perhaps we’ll find out later in this sewing journey.)

I don’t actually use aprons, preferring to splatter food all over myself like a messy bitch, but I plan on adding embroidery to my apron and giving it to my parents for Christmas (two Christmases have passed and I’ve still not done this).

And that’s it for the first part of my sewing career. I can cut things, I know the importance of ironing, and can sometimes thread a machine if I do a quick Google while Brooke isn’t looking. Most importantly, I’m now qualified to book in for late night sewing sessions where I can start building the wardrobe of dreams.

The world of patterns is now available to me and I can’t wait to figure out what’s next.

Alie Benge

I met Alie in London, through friends of friends because all expats eventually find each other and realise they are indeed all connected and get along like a house on fire.

Alie is a published author and I highly recommend you grab a copy of her book Ithaca and also Otherhood, which Ali co-edited and is a must read!

You can find more of her writing at Burnt Toast.

Follow her journal about learning to sew at Make Town.  She is gonna be dropping these entires like hot potatoes x

📸 photo credit Ebony Lamb

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