Cayla Ramey

Life in Pieces

If you have ever tried to pick stitches out of Georgette silk, you can imagine how I felt just over two years ago when I found out I was pregnant. I had been attempting to get out of an abusive relationship when I realized that I was not just a little bit bloated. The delicate fabric that I imagined my life to be at the time was just ripping at every stitch I removed. 
Yet, when I told my family, their only response was to give me my grandmother’s sewing machine that had been sitting in the basement for over 10 years.