A Labor of Duty
Most of my sewing, when I’m not the intended recipient, is a labor of love. My most recent experience didn’t follow that tradition. The store owner approached me with three bolts of fabric and a pattern for a little girl’s dress and asked me to make it for a store sample. I was complimented. To my mind, that meant she liked the work I had done on the (much disliked by me) Amy Butler skirt and skirt overlay I had completed a few weeks ago. Now, I love to sew. Obviously. One could not turn out the number of garments … Continue reading