When I was a little girl, my mom was looking for her stapler. She found me using it with a mess of scrap fabric all around me. When I saw her standing in the doorway while I was stapling a miniature skirt together, I thought I was in big trouble and about to get a whooping.
But instead she smiled. I was shocked. Do you know the next level up from the stapler? Well, in this case it was the sewing machine.
I was 6 years old and making clothes for my dolls with the scraps of fabric given to me by my mom’s seamstress. I’d cut and build clothes for my dolls, and I used my mom’s stapler instead of needle and thread.
Well that was the day my mom taught me how to use a sewing machine.
My mom knew how to nurture my knack for making things. She always made sure there were paper, crayons, clay and paint for me and my brothers to fool around with. I am so grateful for that gift my mom gave me.