My earliest memories of sewing was, at 7 or 8, sitting on the floor next to my mother’s chair, while she handstitched doll clothes from fabric scraps. She would pin the front and back of doll pants together and hand them to me to tack stitch together. Later I made many of my own family’s clothes – dress pants and tailored shirts, dresses, pajamas and outfits. Then I went to work and gave up sewing for several years until I worked for the League and was captivated by the smocking handiwork of the stitchery artists. I took up my needle and thread again, dusted off the vintage Viking, and added the new creative beauty of smocking.