My grandmother was a seamtress and dressmaker. She had her own business and worked from home. My earliest memories are of sitting on the sewing machine cabinet leaf and watching her sew. I was fascinated with the speed of the material moving under the presser foot. I loved watching her make button holes and whip stitching - her hands, rough from working with the fabrics, moving so fast I could hardly see everything she was doing. She would give me scraps of material to play with. She would talk to me.