When I was little, I wanted to be a fashion designer.  I drew fashions, strange triangular women with points for waists.  I'd get ahold of scrap fabric and try to sew clothes for my Barbies.  Somewhere along the line, I stopped wanting to be a fashion designer and the Barbies got put away.  Still I would look at clothes and think, "I'm sure I could make that..."  I wanted a sewing machine and would tell my mother that I knew I could sew if I just had a machine.  She would tell me it wasn't as easy as it looked.  I was adamant.   It was until February, 2009, for my 30-something birthday, that my parents bought me a sewing machine.  And so, I sat down and I began to sew.  While I may not be creating fashions that would make Yves Saint Laurent gasp in admiration, what I'd known all along, that I would love sewing, turned out to be true.

No one has ever really shown me how to sew.  I don't remember Home Economics being anything other than a joke and a disaster when I was in school.  My mother has answered a few questions but I have had no lessons, rather, I try to muddle through on my own.  My great aunt was a seamstress at Sacs.  She was one of the people who hand sewed one of a kind garments for celebrities.  I like to think she'd be pleased to see me at my machine today.

~ Jen