I ruined a great deal of scrap fabric.

I sewed my own sleeve to a trouser leg once and sat and laughed until I cried, which are closer together than anyone tells you.

There is a thing that happens to your hands, learning a craft late.

For the first weeks they are stupid and stubborn and will not do what your eye tells them, and you feel every one of your seventy years in the ache of them.

And then one day, without announcement, they know.