I started sewing when I was 7 years old. My Grandmother babysat while my parents, who were Grad Students worked and studied. My Aunt who lived in the house next door was a dress maker and she taught me to sew on buttons. I was hooked on all the beautiful fabric she had. I had the best dressed Barbie on the block.
I loved sewing. My Mom had fits as I was growing up, telling me I would never make a decent living sewing. I would hear the stories of fleeing Ireland for their kids and Grand kids for a better future. Sewing was a step backwards.
I went to college, but I went back to sewing. I made more money sewing than I ever did as a teacher. That is a sad story unto itself. Here I am 50 years later with an 1800 square foot warehouse of fabric...that I sell and make a living.