The first summer I stayed with my Aunt and Uncle to babysit their kids, I camped out in the downstairs sewing room. I would play with the kids in the day and plan what I would whip up that night. Mostly blankets, skirts and bags made from my grandpa's old jeans. 10 years on and things are not all that different, except that the kids are mine and the sewing room is on another continent.
- Born on March 26
- Joined January 30, 2009