I've tried weaving, quilting, crochet, many unfinished or like the stuffed bunny, pitiful. The first pillow I tried to make I sewed half inside out.
When my Mom's Alzheimer's progressed, I sat with her blue fleece jacket, now too tight to zip, and hand sewed darker blue triangles into it to widen the girth. It was peaceful sitting with mo…
I've tried weaving, quilting, crochet, many unfinished or like the stuffed bunny, pitiful. The first pillow I tried to make I sewed half inside out.
When my Mom's Alzheimer's progressed, I sat with her blue fleece jacket, now too tight to zip, and hand sewed darker blue triangles into it to widen the girth. It was peaceful sitting with mom and sewing. She wore her jacket with the yellow bunny felt pin till she died, less than two years later. I have the pin.
thank you Susan--and thanks for sharing your story with your mom--I was talking with a friend about how each act of making like that is a meditation on those you're making it for--and how the love is so much a part of it. 💜
So much. I've been thinking about how I cook rice, which was how I learned to cook rice, which was to cover, simmer and never lift the lid. For years I've been making rice that sticks to the pot.
A friend said he lifts the cover and stirs and that's how his mom, who was born in Japan does it. So now, I am cooking rice gently and with love. Slowly stirring and moving the rice grains in the simmering waters. It comes out perfect every time.
I've tried weaving, quilting, crochet, many unfinished or like the stuffed bunny, pitiful. The first pillow I tried to make I sewed half inside out.
When my Mom's Alzheimer's progressed, I sat with her blue fleece jacket, now too tight to zip, and hand sewed darker blue triangles into it to widen the girth. It was peaceful sitting with mom and sewing. She wore her jacket with the yellow bunny felt pin till she died, less than two years later. I have the pin.
This is a beautiful piece.
thank you Susan--and thanks for sharing your story with your mom--I was talking with a friend about how each act of making like that is a meditation on those you're making it for--and how the love is so much a part of it. 💜
So much. I've been thinking about how I cook rice, which was how I learned to cook rice, which was to cover, simmer and never lift the lid. For years I've been making rice that sticks to the pot.
A friend said he lifts the cover and stirs and that's how his mom, who was born in Japan does it. So now, I am cooking rice gently and with love. Slowly stirring and moving the rice grains in the simmering waters. It comes out perfect every time.
Kind of a tangential thought. 💜
beautiful--love that. 💜