I am ashamed. Eight girls, eight young girls who are three, four, even five times younger than I am have shown me just how incompetent I am in an area where women are, by tradition, supposed to excel.
Of course it's sewing and when it comes to the fine art of stitchery, I am all thumbs. The gals of the Suwannee River Fair have accomplished more in their short lives than I have in four decades.
My grandmothers were seamstresses, but of course, back in the day they had to be out of sheer necessity.
I grew up with feedsack dresses trimmed in rickrack.