As a teenager I used to watch my mother work relentless creating beautifully outfits for her customers. She would work day and night. She was always cutting so many pieces of tissue paper patterns, and if I wanted to spend time with her I had to help her. I worked with my mom, as much as I could, just to get her attention. It was so tired of her sewing for other people. But oh how I loved the finished projects. My mom is one of the best. Her work was impeccable . Her customers loved her craft, so much they would never stop coming. I began to dream of devising a way of making the job a little easier if at least less boring. I used take all the scraps of mom's...
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- Joined February 8, 2009