I think it’s amazing how patterns work. You start with scraps of fabric and felt, do some cutting and sewing, and voila! You have cats and mice. These were gifts for our sweet little granddaughter’s third birthday.

I learned to sew in seventh grade and although I thought I’d never return to it after making that repulsive one-seamed skirt, here I am all these years later still using that skill. My seventh grade teacher didn’t teach me nearly as much about sewing as my Mom did, however.

Where did you learn to sew? Do you still do any sewing? Do tell!

I’ll probably rip the seams out of this blog post in the morning.