I'd love to tell you I'm one of those people who learned to sew with her mother or grandmother, taking scraps of fabric from everywhere and creating amazing pieces of clothing or art.​

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But I'm not.

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I do, however, love to sew and my grandmother, a Jewish immigrant from Poland and a single mom, sewed for a living. Not the fun, slow-stitch kind of sewing but the sweat-shop factory on the lower East Side of Manhattan kind. That's how she supported herself and my dad.

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