Monsieur Parris

It was just another day back in 2017 when my mother-in-law walked in carrying an old sewing machine that had belonged to her grandmother.

There was nothing remarkable about it at first glance. And yet, the moment I saw it, something about it grabbed my attention though I couldn’t quite say why.

It sparked a quiet urge to learn. A close family friend, an experienced seamstress, gently took me under her wing. Thanks to her, I made my very first stitches on that machine — bringing it back to life, one thread at a time.