Unexpected History

The holidays are a great time for just stumbling into all sorts of discoveries.  I've been rooting in my parent's slide files hoping to find a photo of me in the halloween costume that traumatized me enough to influnce wardrobe choices forever.  It doesn't appear that one was immortalized, but I found a previously unknown pic of the first thing I ever sewed.  Funny, as much as I hated it then for the mismatched fabrics, it fits right into the now with its salvage esthetic and (heh!) mismatched fabrics.  Here I am, aged about 10, in my first maker finery. I learned to sew without patterns & still have a tough time using them.