Dedication

Most people start telling a story from the beginning.  My story works best starting at the middle, then winding my way around.  I've always been a little different like that. 

When I was in 3rd grade, Santa brought me three gifts that turned me into the woman I am today.  I got a football, affirming my right to be a tomboy.  I also got a Bible, no explanation needed.  Finally, I got my first sewing machine.  A basic red and white model by Brother. 

Sewing has always been in the family.  I've fallen asleep to the whir of Mom's Singer long before I could walk.  I always knew I would learn to sew.   I started out making pillows, then skirts, and pajama pants.  Life got in the way, and my progress came to a screeching halt.  My little machine went into the garage, collecting dust and grime on the outer cover. 

Fast-forward several years.  Sitting in my apartment, all alone, pining for my deployed husband, I picked up my sewing machine and got back to work.  The hum of my machine and the hiss of the iron made me feel reborn.  Although my first few projects were quickly filed away in the trash bin, it was time well spent.  Working with my hands kept my mind busy and my anxiety at bay.

In an effort to spend more time doing what I enjoy, I plan to make my new clothes in the year 2012.  There will be few exceptions:  underwear and items that require a serger will have to be bought.  A lot of people think I'm barking mad.  Let them think whatever they want to think.  I'll be over the moon in my craft room. 

There have been a lot of crafty women in my life.  You'll learn about them over the next few months.  I would be remiss if I didn't mention my Granny in my first post.  She taught my mother, who in turn taught me everything I know.  Granny, this project is dedicated to you.