I’m reading Anne Boyer’s book, Garments Against Women. Suddenly I’m 3 or 4 years old, lounging on the floor next to my mother’s Singer sewing machine, rolling around in a pile of satin and brocade cloth. Later, I’m learning what stitch to use when sewing a hem. I’m 9, threading the needle on the machine, and learning where to place the bobbin. I’m 13, and have flunked “Sewing” in junior high. I’m 15; my mother’s been up all night sewing a ballgown for a client, and is exhausted and irritable. That’s all I’ll say for now. I will be writing an “engagement” with Boyer’s book for the next issue of Galatea Resurrects.