Now, I’m not a mama, but I sure do have a mama, and I was lucky enough to spend the weekend with her. We explored my neighborhood in Brooklyn, made delicious feasts, checked out the craft fair in Prospect Park, went to a picnic—many of my very favorite things. When I was growing up, my mom taught me a lot about crafting. She taught me my first hand stitches, she looked over my shoulder the first time I tackled her old Singer (which was followed by the newer Brother), and now we both have the same Janome sewing machine (tandem sewing across states!). So give your mom a hug (whether in person or over the phone or some other alternate way you’ve discovered to send special hug vibes). Here’s a picture of me and my mom from a few years back—we’re both wearing project #2, Brokenhearted, from my first book. She made hers to surprise me when I came into town for a bookstore workshop. And don’t forget the skirts! Mom’s wearing the Road Trip skirt (project #64); I’m wearing Flare Thee Well (project #61):
[ Posted on May 10th, 2009 ]
