You’d be happy wrapped in my apron strings I remember my mother used to sew everything. I would choose the material and she would sit in the dining room all night making me curtains and cushions. I also remember having to do sewing lessons in Japan for a few months. I got so excited picking out a lovely blue flowery material to make a dress. I had no idea what to do, so the teacher measured me and taught me how to use a sewing machine. Each week I would work on a little more, hoping finally to own a cute dress that actually fit properly. Alas, it was absolutely…