When I was young my mom taught me the basics of sewing. I remember being so excited the first time I made something, which ultimately came apart because I used about three long single stitches and fabric glue. I was crushed when it happened, but I’d still stitch something from time to time. Several years later, my desire to sew was reignited when a local dance shop was closing and selling all its fabric at a deal. It was then that I began my very own fabric stash, which I have since started using. Even though the desire to sew…