A stitch in time saves nine
That was not the reason why I enrolled in a sewing class, bought myself a sewing machine, and began to make my own clothes. I was fed up with buying clothes where the arms and dress lengths were too short. I wanted to wear something that fit. I was one of the tall ones, both my parents were tall so I suppose it was their fault.
The idea was a sewing course of eight weeks, but it lengthened to more like 18 years and by then I was sewing for myself and my kids. I even covered some furniture at home with new covers and my masterpiece was a dark blue cashmere winter coat, but they are past days.
Today I am happy with a good pair of trousers and a nice long top. The days of suits and special dresses are gone. My stitch did not really save nine, it multiplied itself to years of sewing.