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I remember “sewing” with my Grandmother when I was about four years old. I had a toy sewing machine that made uneven stitches through lightweight fabric. I made blankets and coats for my dolls. Grandma also introduced me to knitting and crochet as she patiently made outfits for my Barbie.
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We moved away when I was eight and I didn’t touch sewing machine, needles, or hooks for three years. Then a sewing class in Jr. High school launched several outfits through the years, including my prom dress, wedding dress, and recently my daughter’s prom dress.
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I owned a custom clothing and tailoring business for a few years and had more business than I could handle. I quit because sewing was no longer fun. I didn’t have time to sew for me or my family, and it had become work instead of joy.
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I don’t sew as much as I used to, as I’ve found knit and crochet projects more portable. I get most of my needlework done while watching TV, sitting in meetings, or riding in the car.
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In 2001, my crochet afghan won first prize at the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Washington</st1:state></st1:place> state fair.
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I love to do needlework, and my friends call me a “knit-a-holic.” I think I have to agree; as I even have a project that sits in the magazine rack near the bathroom toilet!
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