I recently found this old photo of myself holding the very first pillow I ever made. That's me 16 years ago! I had already been out of college a few years and decided that if I wanted to use my major - I had studied film at Emerson - NYC was where I needed to be. It was an exhilarating time for me, and a bit terrifying, too, I'll admit. I had this gnawing notion that I needed to make something to give to my closest friends before I moved. If anything horrible happened to me, I wanted them to have something tangible to remember me by. (it's true - that was my motivation - it makes me laugh now!)So I spent the summer of '92 rummaging through fabric, arranging paper triangles, and teaching myself to sew. The result was four pillows, each a different pattern and my very own design. Even a few of the corners met! But they were more than pillows. I'll never forget while I was using the rotary cutter one day - a simple little thought entered my mind that I'd like to make more of these and see if I could do that for a living. My brain just kept rolling and rolling that idea around, and I don't think it's ever stopped.
Fast forward to today - I finally found something I love to create that I can make in a timely way! I can't go as far as to say I'm making a living at it. But who knows what lies ahead!
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