were obsessed with movies. On rainy days, I would be over at her house watching The Lion King or some Shirley Temple movie and eating Butter Lover’ s popcorn. We would go shopping at all of the downtown artsy stores where we would find awesome little trinkets that no one else understood. Most people saw them as junk, but we saw them as beautiful pieces of art. They were unique just like us.
As I got older, it became harder to stay interested in sewing because none of my friends sewed. They were always more interested in Tamogotchi’ s or Madeline dolls. I felt like an outcast. Whenever people found out that I liked to sew, they would always respond,“ People still do that?” Yes. People still sew. I felt like a dying breed or an endangered animal. One day, I asked my grandmother,“ Grandmother, why do you sew? Why don’ t you do something that everyone else does too?” She replied,“ Sweetie, I sew because I want to. Not because doing it makes me cool or popular. It makes me, me.” From that moment on, I knew that I wasn’ t abnormal because of my love for sewing. I was unique.
Even though we do not live in the pioneer days anymore, there are still things that need to be sewn. It may not be a necessity for everyone to know how to do it, but it is a form of art.
I owe everything I am to my grandmother. She was the one who introduced me to the world of creativity. I love taking broken or worn down things and transforming them into a beautiful work of art. I love looking at a blank canvas and seeing the endless possibilities of what it can become. I love watching an idea become a beautiful reality and come to life in a work of art. Those“ awesome little trinkets that nobody understood” are my inspiration. I want to create pieces like that. They were one of a kind and like nothing else I had ever seen. I want people to see my art and be left in awe. I want to make unique pieces that could only be found in one place in the entire world.
As I’ ve gotten older, my grandmother and I have grown apart. My life has gotten busier and it’ s gotten harder and harder to find time to spend with her. Plus, our interests have
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