By the time I was 9, my dream was to become a fashion designer. I'd begun creating wardrobes for my dolls — then creating new dolls. In Gorno-Altaisk, Russia, where I grew up, it is common for girls to take domestic arts classes in school. From the fourth grade, I began studying sewing in this way, learning to make everything from headbands (in fourth grade) to swimwear and brassieres (in eleventh grade). It seemed as though my dream was possible.
But in the ninth grade, Russian students must choose their careers, and decide whether they will head to vocational school in their tenth year, or prepare for university. I realized that it would be very hard to make a living as a custom clothier in Russia, where such workers are rather common, and chose to pursue a more pragmatic path: foreign language instruction at Gorno-Altaisk State University.
Still, I continued to study sewing, making patterns, creating designs. My school offered sewing class through the eleventh grade, when we graduated high school and left for university. I took home many projects and initiated yet more at home, bringing them to school for advice from my instructor. I spent much time with my friends who did go on to study at Professional Technical College 84 of Gorno-Altaisk, a school for sewing professionals which is considered the best in the area. My friends showed me what they were studying in school, lent me their textbooks to study, and showed me how to use all the excellent new tools they were using at the college.
In 2001, my academic studies brought me to the United States as a Rotary Ambassadorial Scholar at The University of Iowa. I was still studying languages, but sewing remained my passion. When I first arrived here, it was difficult for me to find clothes to suit me, which allowed me the measure of self-expression I'd had while designing and constructing my own garments. Happily, shortly after I met my husband-to-be, Steve, his sister gave me her old sewing machine. It was a simple machine, and made only two stitches, but I used it. I used it so much, I wore it out. Stitches Galore, in Kalona, was happy to repair the machine for me, but suggested that I might want to upgrade. Thinking that I might be able to create many more garments for myself, and for Steve, I took them up on their offer. I also took advantage of their complimentary sewing classes, which allowed me the opportunity to improve my sewing vocabulary and learn about some of the various sewing products that are available here.
As I continue to grow my business, I wonder if I might one day open an atelier, a shop where I would provide my services, as well as train and hire seamstresses, modistes, tailors. I wonder if eventually I might open a school for sewing professionals, where custom clothiers would train while creating beautiful garments for the people of Iowa City area. I feel comfortable dreaming such dreams, as I have learned that they sometimes become not just dreams, but possibilities.