I was taught to sew at a very early age. As soon as I could manage a needle and thread, I was darning socks and patching trousers. One of the first “grown-up” gifts I received was a sewing box of my own — into which my mother had put all of the things I would need, including a thimble, which was just my size. I kept the sewing case until it fell apart, and up until a few years ago, I still had the tiny scissors my grandmother used for cutting thread. Sewing has always been something I’ve enjoyed — as long as I didn’t have to follow a pattern or make something fit!
Source: For Better Or Worse