I owe a thank-you to my high school economics teacher, Miss Johnson. Faced with a choice of taking a cooking or sewing class in 8th grade, I picked sewing and under her patient tutelage, picked up the basics.
My sewing machine had been collecting dust for years, but I hauled it out to sew face masks for family and friends.
Themed fabric, like with musical notes and colorful cocktails, allow us to express ourselves when our smiles can’t be seen.
Our used-only-on-holidays dining room table now serves a dual purpose: sewing machine on one side, jigsaw puzzle on the other.
– Jan Schroder, Editor-in-chief