I remember the first item I designed and sewed - I was only 11 then, in a craft class, where the teacher gave us a task to create a shirt. I found in the house remnants of a purple silk cloth with a beautiful print, and made from it a shirt with bishop's sleeves and a bow tie tied around the neck. The teacher was so impressed with the result, that she decided to show my shirt at an exhibition held at the school. At that moment, I knew - this is what I would like to do when I grow up.

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Throughout childhood and adolescence, my parents worked day and night to provide our family with a minimum standard of living. Surprisingly, buying me fashionable dresses really was not their priority. Therefore, I would collect  Burda journals from which I took out cuts and sewed clothes that at the time seemed to me like a work of art. I learned to use an old sewing machine we had at home, and instead of spending money on fabrics, I would use leftover fabrics my mother had collected over the years.  

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Sewing has accompanied me all my life, but only in my 50s did I conquer my fears and make a decision to...