My first memory of cloth was a blue and red dotted Swiss dress my mom sewed for kindergarten. I fell and broke my arm at the swimming pool before school started. My mom altered the right sleeve to fit over my cast. She sewed on a bright shiny Singer she purchased when I was a baby. She sewed a lot of frilly little dresses on it. I love my little Featherweight because it's smell reminds me of my grandmothers treadle I learned to sew nine patches on. My grandmother sewed utility quilts. I have a doll quilt she made me out of soft flannel. It is wonderful to remember the strong women who loved me. No wonder I have a connection with fabric.