My mother is an avid seamstress. She has made anything you can imagine from slip covers and drapes to costumes for historical reenactments. What I remember her working on the most however are dresses. Weddings, proms, special occasion, simple linens, any color you can imagine emerged from the tiny space of my mother's sewing room. I would sneak into as many fittings as I could get away with because I loved to watch them take shape. When we weren't sewing, my sisters and I would flip through the old pattern books my mom used to get at a fabric store for $1.00 after the new season had been released. It took days to make a decision. My poor mom always got requests for something with the skirt from one and sleeves from another, but they were made, and of course we had to help. I think my first sewing project was sewing buttons onto scraps of fabric that we used for doll blankets. I don't remember the first time I was allowed to use the sewing machine, a 12 stitch kenmore, but it quickly became a full fledged addiction. Now I hold my own daughter on my lap while I sew. She's not ready to start yet but hopefully she will want to learn as much as I did. Another epoch in my life was reached not too long ago, 27 years in the making. The phone rang and it was my mom, she asked me a question about something she was sewing.
