Why sew?

I just spent the last 3 days holed up in my mother's bedroom.  I started 2 adult dresses and a baby dress. I finished 1 of the big dresses and I finished the baby outfit.  The days went by very quickly. Lulu hung out with me the whole time. Time was when I was a baby on the floor, playing with my mother's scraps.  Lulu  was excellent company, keeping the conversation going, always a word of encouragement or a well considered a critique.  She made sure we didn't forget meal times. She even helped me a little with the ironing and sewing.  Until I realized just how dangerous those  activities are. But mostly I had time to think; about equity and fairness, about the cost of my time, about the millions of people around the world working in garment  factories, about the amount of a effort that goes into a single garment. About what it would be like working on an assembly line, sewing the same garment over and over.  I wondered what I was doing. fabric isn't cheap and I could spend the same amount of money and get a better product.  I sent hours  on the orange dress, getting it fit right and anyone who knows what to look for will know it was home made.  I suppose that is the charm.