My mother, Carole, is a ridiculously stylish woman. Well, both she and my father are quite the dapper pair, regularly being stopped and complimented by people when they’re out and about.
Growing up, I took for granted that my mother could sit at a sewing machine for an afternoon and whip me up a new outfit. I knew she was a weaver back in the day. I rem…
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