My first experience with sewing came during junior high school. I had to make a straight skirt and blouse. I think I received a “D” because I had to rip the zipper out of the skirt so many times, leaving quite a few holes in the surrounding fabric. A few years later, my aunt came for an extended visit and showed me how to make clothes. I loved making clothes. I made every article of clothing in my wardrobe. My younger sister got best dressed in school wearing my clothes, and I was nominated as one of the ten best dressed women on campus in college.
Of course, once I began my career as a school teacher then becoming a mom, I had no time to sew, only making a few Halloween costumes for my children. About three years ago, I met a former student of mine who owns a quilt shop in my area. I told her I always wanted to learn how to quilt, and she suggested I take a quilt class offered at her shop. Once I made my first quilt, I was hooked. I asked for a Bernina machine for my birthday, took several more classes, have made more quilts than I can remember and have enjoyed every minute of the quilting experience.