Having spent the weekend turning all kinds of odd materials into odd shapes for an avant garde photoshoot, I have to give a shout out to my Mum. My recollections of “sewing” as a child mostly consist of me nagging her to finish making the skirt/dress I wanted, not of actually sewing myself. But I sat down in front of a sewing machine on Saturday and as if by magic, I knew how to use it. Thanks Mum!