Over the next few years, my mother tried to get me to do a little sewing at home. I had a new sister born when I was 15 and my mom tried to get me to make a couple of things for her. I loved her, but not the projects. Thinking back I don't know if I really hated it, or if I was determined not to do it so I acted like I hated it. There is not a difference in the finished product no matter the reason for not doing it.
My mother sewed for me. She made dresses for me. I remember my 8th grade graduation dress fondly. My girls would think it was hideous to look at....but it was the 1970's. My mother made me dresses for various dances. I don't think I ever showed enough gratitude for spending that kind of time to make something for me.
Earlier this year I made a new friend. She's an unexpected friend. She's a bonus and a blessing in my life. She loves to sew and started teaching me three months ago. I don't even have a machine. I sew at her house for a few hours every week or two. She is so generous with her time. I hardly know how to thank her.
Well the first project I made was a simple quilt. I cut and sewed the pieces together and then had someone machine quilt it. I really enjoyed this project. I've told people who are good at this type of thing not to look at it too closely, because I am definitely a beginner.
Two weeks ago it was my mother's birthday. She was randomly staying here at my house so we put on a little party for her. I gave her the quilt as a birthday gift. I told her that I appreciated how she tried to teach me to sew and that I was sorry that I didn't show enough gratitude back then or make much of an effort. I told her it only made sense that I should give this first project to her. It felt good to acknowledge the things she did for me in the past. I'm so glad she was able to spend her birthday with me.
|Here are my cute parents.|
|She didn't get all the candles out at once....|
|I think she liked this long overdue gift.|