I grew up watching my mother sew. Every time she embarked on a new job, whether it was a wedding dress or a pair of shorts, the communication between my mother and her client involved a rough sketch. It was an essential part of the communication, and could not be underestimated.
When my wedding day came, my mother and I were separated by sea, land and a pandemic. So I decided I would sew my own wedding dress. But the project involved many phone calls and zooms where I picked the brain of my mother’s years of dressmaking experience and expertise. Almost every conversation also involved a drawing, and almost every drawing was followed by an audible “Ah-ha! Now I get it”