When I was 10 my grandma and my mom taught me how to sew. Just the very basics, so I could use their fabric shreds to make clothes for my Barbie dolls and scrunchies for my friends (it was in the 90's lol). I used to love that!

Then life happened. Teen years, summer jobs, preparation for college, boyfriends, internships, and corporate life from 9 to 5. All of these has taken away my free time and I forgot about the sewing machine.

Until one day, I got engaged. The DIY spark that was long ago asleep deep inside woke up ready to make stuff, and I decided that my wedding dress needed a belt.
A couple of days after that, I got the fabric and had rescued my mom's sewing machine from the garage, cleaned and lubricated it. Then, the magic happened: It was like riding a bike several years after learning how to do it. My hands had entered on auto-pilot and in a blink I threaded the machine without even thinking how to do it.
The belt was done and the sewist has reborn.

Since 2014, sewing is a very important part of my life, the moment when corporate life stays out of the door and my sanity is back on track.