this prompt my mind raced all over the place. I love beginnings. The first pages of a new book. Beginning a new quilt or knitting project. Those early stages of planning and prepping. But often, I fall off and loose steam. That is why my pile of unfinished projects never seems to dwindle.
But there is such energy and joy in beginnings. Many years ago, my sewing journey began in mom's sewing closet. I loved that space. Fabric, scissors, pins, and patterns. It drew me like a magnet. Mom did a lot of sewing. I especially loved the dresses she stitched for me. Pink gingham, white buttons, pretty ribbon and rick rack trims. So one day, I went into this sewing space and began to cut some lovely red velvet. Of course mom had a plan for this fabric and it was not for me to cut. I don't remember that she got angry although that might have happened. What I do remember is that she took me to the fabric store and we picked out a simple pattern and red corduroy. Then she sat me down and taught me how to sew. That was my first garment. The beginning of a journey that still brings me joy.
When I visited mom this week, the activity director asked if I could help her put together mom's memory box. This is a little framed box outside her room. She suggested I choose a few things that would tell mom's story. Dad and I went through some pictures but when I came home I knew that what I really wanted them to know is that this woman taught us to love books, to write thank you notes, to be patient and kind, and best of all, she taught me to sew.