From March, 2017

Unusual Hands

  My memories are filled with visions of fabric pieces, doll clothes and the purring sound of my mother’s sewing machine consuming her bedroom. At some point when I was a small child, barely five years old, I picked up a needle and thread and began to stitch life into the scraps that my mother would leave behind from her own sewing projects. I knew from the moment that I first dressed Barbie in a unique creation made by my own hands, that I would I would never stop wanting, needing to delve into my imagination and create the vibrant…