It seems that my life has been dedicated to sewing. I grew up in a Mennonite home in Wellington County, Ontario, Canada. My Mother was an accomplished seamstress, mostly out of necessity. With 8 daughters, and 6 sons as well, she sewed many dresses on her treadle sewing machine. They were made with only the most basic of patterns and then adjusted to meet the specific design requests of whomever the dress was for. They then had to be altered for the next girl in line and when there was no more life in the dress it was set aside to be incorporated into something else, probably a comforter or quilt. So, my earliest recollections are of "unsewing" instead of sewing as I patiently unpicked seams for Mom so that she could take in or let out or salvage the bits of fabric still intact. I never did manage the intricacy of the treadle sewing machine but it was when I finally received the longed-for doll with real hair and eyes that closed that...
- Born on April 15
- Joined June 3, 2009