Hi painting friends!  Jackie’s blog this week about learning to sew from her mom and grandma brought back sweet memories for me too. My mom is gone but I think of her every day, and one of the things my mom did when I was young was, I realize these many years later, quite an amazing feat.

Even though she had four kids and worked full time as a teacher, somehow she managed to save the day for one of my dance recitals. The seamstress the dancing school had hired to make the costumes just quit in the middle and left us with a dozen unfinished tu-tu’s one week before the recital.

My mom, God bless her, took it upon herself to re-fit and finish the costumes, using her old Singer sewing machine in one corner of her bedroom. There was tulle and sequins everywhere (my dad was a very patient man!) and somehow, by dress rehearsal, she had the costumes done.  She just figured it out as she went along.

As children do, I thought nothing of it.  After all, isn’t that what all moms do?  But now, I realize the work and stress and sacrifice she made, and I wish she were here so I could finally say Thank You, Mom—I love you!

Kathy