I was thinking about when and how I started sewing. The funny thing is that even though I had a grandmother, aunt and mother that sewed... I learned how to sew in junior high! In those days all the girls took home economics. I continued that trend in high school. Needless to say, I ended up in advanced home ec. My earliest recollection of sewing is of my mother making our clothes and decorating our home. I remember that everything always matched. Our bedspreads matched our curtains and my binder covers always matched my outfits!! Really! I was the only girl in junior high that had binders that matched my outfits...not that anyone cared. It wasn't like I started any cool trends or anything. No one cared!! Oh well, I thought it was cool. I had the cutest outfits too. Mom's sewing machine was an old Singer Treadle machine. What I wouldn't give to have that machine now! I don't even know what happened to it. Mom passed away twelve years ago, and luckily I inherited most of her sewing machines and her button jar! But, most importantly, I inherited Mom's love of sewing. There is no feeling like the feeling of the machine needle piercing a piece of beautiful fabric.