Hey, call me Trece.
I started sewing about 100 years ago, at age 12 on a knee treadle machine my parents paid $35 for. They upgraded my sewing experience to a Kenmore in 1974. And that's how it began. I still use that Kenmore. It chugs through layers of the toughest denim without a broken needle or thread.
I grew up in BC - before computers, before cell phones. Way back in the days of reading books, playing dress up, house, or school, and dancing in the street to Martha and the Vandellas, Dancing in the Street, with my babysitter named Pat. Listening to Peter and the Wolf on vinyl in a house constantly filled with music.
Today, I am a retired Cat Herder (aka middle school teacher), with a stash of beautifully colored threads and time to use it. I am inspired by words and color in my wee portion of the world. I create jackets that tell stories, make statements, and declarations. I love what I do and I love to wear it. I hope you will, too.