She's the total steel magnolia package. A lot of women of her generation are, I now know. Strong, funny, intelligent as hell and can cut you off at the knees while smiling graciously.
She sewed for me a lot when I growing up. Probably as an escape from my three older brothers who regularly dragged home dead snakes and such. Being the youngest and only girl, I was the privileged one who proudly wore dresses, playsuits, an awesome white pique tennis dress and shorts, recital granny pinnafore; you name it and she made it, to perfection. I thought everything she made was beautiful. It was the Seventies and home sewing was king.
Today I take nothing for granted because our time together is limited. She reviews my new patterns and comments on which fabrics will work better than others. She thinks everything I make is beautiful, even when I can point out every flaw at sixty paces. She's my best sewing friend.
I wish I was more like her. Every single day.
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