Freshman year of high school, everyone else was singing showtunes or making something out of clay, but I was learning to sew in a sweltering room in a hidden corner of the fourth floor. My Christmas gift? A sewing machine. Almost twenty years later, I’m still plugging away on that same old Singer…except now I also knit, bake bread, take pictures, read too much Curious George to a three-year-old…and keep track of it all at Give It a Go.
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