As I have worked on these bags I feel like I know my mother better. I could see her in my mind as I made the simple repetitive motions I have watched her do all my life. I saw her when I stopped the sewing machine to straighten the length of fabric, I saw her when I laid out the cutting ruler on top of the fabric, I saw her when I pulled the thread at the end of a row of sewing and cut it with the cutter on the machine.
It's a strange thing, and strangely comforting to see my mother in myself.
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and someday Emery will say the same thing :)
Yay. you are a quilter now too. You must make a quilt to curl up in on the couch now. then you will have arrived. :)
It is amazing how certain activities remind us of people. how nice.
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