A few months ago my mother asked me to make her a bag.
I worked on the design, carved a new stamp, and mixed the ink.
But the design just wasn’t coming. Everything I have come up with up to this point is either too sweet or too modern.
She is basically a perfect mix of the two and throw in a good dose of agricultural guru.
So this week is going to be me pushing through to get it done. She asked me the other day, “How is the bag coming?”
And I very sheepishly told her I was stuck.
This is me getting unstuck.
Starting with some hemp and moving on from there.
We shall see what comes of it all.
In the meantime, Anna is putting me to shame with all the super-faithful and on-time stitching she is doing.
Her first quilt, no less. She picked out each fabric and arranged the squares exactly as she wanted them. I stood over her nervously (because I have seen a sewn finger, people, not pretty), while she did every single piece and row herself. I am so proud. When she was born, I hoped she would want to do little, homey things with me. I didn’t want to assume, but I sure did hope.
And she does. *happy mommy sigh*
I can’t wait to see the finished product. She keeps giggling and jumping around with excitement. And all I can think is, Did I hop around and giggle this much when I was seven?
She’s been asking for days and days. I decided this morning that it was going to be moved to the number one slot on my list.
1 hanky + 1 length rickrack = nice, little, girly head-kerchief.
