The scissors are older than me and actually a bit too heavy to be really useful, but the memories make it so much more than a practical tool.

As a little girl, I remember sitting next to my mom while she was sewing. From mending worn stuff to sewing brand new clothes. I remember one of the first things I assisted her with was pinning fabrics together. And later on, drawing patterns and cutting the fabric.
At one point, my wardrobe mostly consisted out of handmade clothes I sewed myself or together with my mum.