
I started a sewing class tonight and brought my trusty machine bought for me when I was a little kid. I was interested in making all sorts of projects - I made "rugs" and cut up an awful lot of pillow cases once to make a "lab coat" for the science lab I was making in my closet (oy!). In high school I was queen of modifying my clothes - think unflattering peg leg jeans...
Sewing on the machine tonight made me think of my mom fondly. Sure, she made me a few hideous outfits on that machine (I recall, in particular, a polyester coulott jumpsuit which thankfully got caught in the chain of my bike) , but also some cool stuff - lots of Barbie clothes which must have been super hard to make.
Anyway, I think it was a cool gift for her to have given me...I miss her.