Heather Smith

Costumes of My Heart

When I was eight years old, I got my first sewing machine. Within a few weeks, every doll in my room had a new costume. My fashion dolls became representatives of many countries around the world. My baby dolls were ballerinas. The ragdolls were no longer dressed in rags. When I ran out of dolls to dress, our cats became the next, albeit unwilling recipients of my newfound love of costuming. I of course sewed other things as well, but my heart always returned to making costumes.