My grandma taught me how to hand-sew, so I'm always making things from hand-me-downs.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I love to hand sew. I sometimes make clothing for my children, which of course they grow out of in a matter of minutes. I thoroughly love it.
My mom taught me how to sew when I was 2 or 3, so I've been sewing for as long as I can remember.
I am a good sewer. My mother taught me how to sew.
From about eight years old I was always making things on the sewing machine. Friends would see me making dresses and costumes, and I'd use difficult fabrics such as Lycra and elastic. But you know, my dad was creative and my brother is inventive too.
I'm always tinkering with something - suddenly I'll think I can work with wood, but then I'll realize I can't, so I go back to sewing.
By the age of 9 or 10, I knew that I had to cut my own cloth and make my own way.
No one ever taught me, and I never had formal classes in pattern making, so I was like, Okay, I'll just drape, and I'll sew as I pin it.
I don't make things with my hands, although I studied woodworking and made furniture.
My grandmother taught me to knit, and as I knit, my mind returns to my childhood.
When I was a little girl you used to learn to sew all the holes in things, darning socks, but nobody mends things anymore.