I am Lucy. My story began at the age of 7. When my grandfather opened the old sewing machine and sat me on his knees, we made the first few stitches. Then the curtains were ruined, my mother's dresses were altered, my father's shirt was cut.I dreamed of becoming a fashion designer, but I became an architect. That old sewing machine is still with me. I haven’t sewn for a very long time - it’s like a memory, a relic. And I also sew cones, revive pieces of fabric, play toys.
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