Originally uploaded by kirida.

Some of my earliest memories of my mother are of her at her sewing machine. It always sounded as if she was sawing something in half, instead of sewing it together. She taught me how to appreciate a good pair of scissors. Sometimes I blame my mom for not instilling an arts and crafts spirit in me, but I think she already did.

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