Torey and Cyndi's Sweat Shop

I enjoy sewing; it is something my mom taught me how to do when I was in kindergarten. I sewed Barbie doll clothes and she made me Halloween costumes and probably dresses. We knowing that Africa would be very hard on my clothing my mom bought me a sewing kit for Christmas. This thing is all inclusive, it comes with an assortment of colored thread, measuring tape, pin cushion, scissors, pins, buttons, needles and a thimble. Well I one time very briefly mentioned using it to mend tears in my clothing and my sister kevina heard me. She brought me a skirt that had a torn seam, so I fixed it. Mama was so impressed that she brought me her most worn dress that had a huge rip down the side so I fixed that. That is when it caught on and the entire family brought mending out to me on the front porch. I elicited help from my roommate torey and we worked the rest of Sunday afternoon on their shirts and cloth bags. We got many strange looks from the passing people; it must be strange to see a white bald girl intentionally sitting on the ground sewing. My family started calling me the tailor, which is fine. It’s better than being called muzungu (white person).