It is the year 1970, and these unassuming bobbins represent more than just the components of a sewing machine; they are emblems of self-sufficiency and the ability to express one’s creative side. Each and every bobbin, with its tiny perforations and hole core, was painstakingly constructed to be firmly coiled with thread, ready to be placed into a sewing machine, which is the absolute pinnacle of home creation.
It was not only a pastime that was done in one’s free time; rather, it was an essential skill that was passed down from generation to generation. In addition to beautifying our bodies and embellishing our homes, it was the transforming artwork of imbuing flat fabric with three-dimensional life. These seemingly little bobbins played a significant role in the production of garments that were designed to withstand the test of time and even become heirlooms in homes during a time period that before the era of rapid fashion and mass production.
At one time, these unassuming objects, which are today considered to be relics of antiquity and are hardly taken into consideration, were the pillars around which a revered ritual was built. From robes worn at wedding ceremonies to uniforms worn in high school, and even denims that had been tenderly mended, they were the ones who spun the threads that interwoven the material of existence. Every every bobbin had a story, a piece of someone’s life that was a part of their existence. There is a possibility that one might almost hear the regular cadence of the sewing machine harmonizing with the radio, the quiet concentrate, and the rare moan of despair or exultation of accomplishment.
