Tuesday, August 18, 2015


My dear mother, who passed away in 2007 after suffering with dementia following a stroke 10 years earlier, was an incredible seamstress. She made finely tailored clothing, supporting us with her talents. She crocheted, embroidered and did needlepoint, but alas, she had no interest in quilting. Her response to quilting was that it was for poor people....she preferred blankets.  Mind you, we were far from wealthy. My grandmother, on the other hand, quilted beautifully....making quilts for all of her grandchildren. Mine was carefully tucked away until I married....we had blankets you know. 
That being said, I inherited my mom's sewing machine. Honestly, I put it away and thought little about it until recently. I suppose it was just too hard to look at it and see my mom working away on it until late in the night.  But a few weeks ago, I decided it was time to pull her out and give her a whirl. Friend Sandy cleaned up her innards and got her humming. She sews like a dream and floods my mind with so many memories. 
I think I will call her Mattie Lou after my mother.

In the hooking realm, I actually have my class rug ready a week ahead of time. Miracles never cease!!

Now I am busily chopping up donated scrap and fabric for dog beds. Hope to have a big stack ready to donate by the weekend.

Take Care,

1 comment:

  1. My Grandma had a Singer like that in a table. I remember trying to learn to sew on it (when I was a child), but was always afraid I'd get my fingers stuck with the needle...many years passed and one day I had the opportunity to have that my machine, but at the time I was not interested in sewing.... so it went to the curb and someone else picked it up... now that I know what a good machine it is (and now I enjoy piecing and sewing)... I sure wish I had that machine! :-)