I never planned to sew professionally.
I didn’t even realize anyone did in the modern world. But of all the things I’ve ever wanted to do this is the one that wanted me back. I wanted to be a writer. An interpreter. A human rights lawyer. A linguistics professor, a carpenter, a mechanic, a radio producer, a voice actor and at least a dozen other things that I have miles of certificates and degrees and rejection letters to prove the effort of my attempts. But no matter what I’ve been busy trying to do instead, at every stage of life there has been a sister who needs a costume or a friend who needs a sample to send to a factory or a stranger who tore their favorite dress. And because my mom showed me how to run her sewing machine when I was seven - and because I loved it - I was always the one who could help. So I made or fixed our dress up clothes and then prom dresses and then wedding dresses. I apprenticed with a Tailor and then a Custom Dress Maker and then a Technical Designer. I worked in vintage repair, custom evening wear, small-batch manufacturing and then at a high end bridal shop before one day I woke up and realized I’d had more work to do at home than at work for months now… and it was time to let this business have a life of its own.
I see myself as more a tradesman than an artist, more an advisor than a designer. Because, while I didn’t plan to sew for a living, that’s mostly because I didn’t know you could have a job that makes you this happy.