Boy, my mama could sew.
I remember going with her to pick out fabric for a new jumper or dress, running my hand down the row of bolts, looking at patterns and colors for something I’d love. We didn’t have a lot of money then so Bee and I had to be sure before we made our final picks – there was no turning back once mom began cutting and laying out the pattern. No “eh, I don’t really like this after all, the blue would have been better.”
Mom poured her time and talent into making those clothes for us, though I doubt I was as grateful as I could have been. There were always kids who had brand name jeans, but whatever…we’ll call that character building. She’d take the scraps, too (waste not, want not) and sew clothes for our dolls. That made them extra special to me.
So with a talented mom like that you’d think I could manage more than a hem or button, right? Except not so much. Not for mom’s lack of trying – I seem to recall her trying to teach me how to work the sewing machine, but I just didn’t have the patience for it. Probably best in the long run, really, considering how accident prone I turned out to be. If it’s possible to sew two fingers together, I would have managed it.
No, Bee got all the crafting talent in the family and, as far as I know, can run an actual sewing machine. If you’ve ever worked with one you know this is an achievement. They have moving parts my brain just can’t seem to reconcile.
I have fond memories of my mom, though…meticulously laying out the fabric, patiently pinning on the pattern, carefully cutting it out piece by piece. She put her love into everything she made for us.
Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturdays are open to anyone who’d like to participate. Pop over and give her blog a visit. This week’s prompt is “so/sow/sew.”