I taught myself to sew and quilt; it was a way to make the kid's clothes, make gifts, save money, and be creative. It also provided me with an outlet for a challenge. When I moved back in the house I swore that I would be self-supporting. I saw that so many gals, either in bands or their partners were, were reconstructing men's XL concert / band shirts. So, after a few months I managed to alter a pattern piece into 6 different sizes. I went on to make other patterns, by trial & error. I made enough money for food, personal items, clothing, and to give the kids for spending money as well as buying them school supplies and clothes. Little did I know Mike was running down to San Diego, every weekend, telling them that I didn't do jackshit [had to google to see if it was one or two words] lol. One day I get a letter from his sister telling me that I'm nothing but a leech, living off her brother. [BPD gonna see just how tight Mike pulled the woo over their eyes. Example...