My mom worked as a dress maker and taught me how to sew.
Sewing holes in paper for hours til I got the hang of it. Then learning
how to guide the fabric. Step by step I learned the basics. She was always
encouraging. “You never know when you might need to know this” she
would say. I don’t know if I ever made anything more than a bag
as a child, but I do remember feeling proud when I mastered each step.
Sewing became, a fun pasttime for me as an adult, and I enjoyed making
dresses for my daughter and pyjamas for the kids. Thanks Mom for
sharing your talent.