04/27/2026
There was a time when sewing wasn’t a niche skill—it was simply part of life. Women knew how to sew the same way they knew how to cook or drive. Patterns like McCall’s were in homes everywhere, and fabric stores were part of every community.
Then things shifted. More women entered the workforce, ready-made clothing became inexpensive and widely available, and little by little, those everyday skills stopped being passed down. Fabric shops closed, and something that was once common quietly became rare.
That perspective really stayed with me—because my story started right in the middle of that transition.
I learned how to sew when I was six years old. No formal training, no long list of classes—just a willingness to figure it out. I only took one sewing class in junior high, but everything else I taught myself over time.
Growing up, I made a lot of my own clothes. As life moved forward, that turned into making clothing and costumes for my kids, then projects for friends and family. What started as a simple skill slowly grew into something much bigger.
From there, I moved into home interiors—pillows, soft furnishings—and eventually into upholstery and custom window coverings.
Looking back, it’s not just about sewing. It’s about carrying forward a skill that could have easily been lost. It’s about learning, adapting, and building something meaningful with your hands.
And maybe—just maybe—it’s about helping bring a small piece of that lost culture back.
