I never imagined life would be this good.

I'm just like every other pretend sewing machine. I left the workshop hoping for a perfect match.

I spent my journey through the mail wishing for a sweet little seamstress with a big imagination. I made my way across the U.S. dreaming of doll clothes, puffy pillows, and tiny handmade purses. I hoped, but wondered if it would ever happen to me.

What if my little girl only wanted to sew lines of stitches? What if she got bored of me? Or even worse, what if she didn't like to sew?

Then I arrived on Miss C.'s doorstep. We started with alterations, moved on to diapers and now we're working on a quilt!

Sew on, girl.