I remember so clearly sitting on my mother’s lap when I was a little girl, helping her sew. I’m sure I mostly just sat there getting my big head in the way, watching the needle form stitches, like Olga does now. It’s hard to believe it has been more than twenty years since then, but here I am now, with my own little girl who seems to love cloth and fiber as much as I do. I know that at four she doesn’t realize what a useful skill she’s learning–for her it is all lots of fun. I hope she always feels that way; I think so far we’re on the right path.