So, now you know...my passions--sewing(of course....)who couldn't be passionate about fabric, all the colors, the textures and the possibilities of what one can make...it makes me dizzy sometimes thinking about it. But..how did I get here...how did I fall in love with fabric? Well, mostly from my mother, who was once a seamstress in San Francisco. She tells me stories of goofy alterations people asked her to make. She often talks about "the submerine" that she worked from--her small dining room and cabinet she created to do her seamstressing in...all with a baby in tow, supporting our family. It is these stories that inspired me to draw back on some of the sewing lessons she gave me as a child---Now, years later...I know what the sewing lessons were for. They were my moms life lessons for me, woven and sewn with little gems of wisdom:don't quit, look deep in yourself and find your passion, as long as you are creative--you shall not be lonely and can always put a penny in your pocket. So, this is where my passion for sewing started, from the example of my mother. Here is a picture of my mom and dad, during her days as a seamstress in SF. My dad is no longer living, but my mom resides in Menlo Park: still working long days in real estate; which she has practiced for 36 years--as the soul supporter of my brother and I. She also continues to carry on with her passion for sewing and hand crafts: she makes dresses for my little muse, Annie. She has also been working, hours a day for a year on a Mary Engelbrieght needle point tapestry for Annie's first birthday. And...if you look in her purse at anytime, you can usually find some knitting needles and a current project. So...this is where my craft passion comes from--my mom...and dearest friend..
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