Pass it on

While helping to bring a new sewer into the world today, I thought of my grandmother. Well, I thought of all the people in my life that have helped bring me to this point and I realized that I have been surrounded by creativity from the day I came into the world. In particular I want to focus on my Mema. I don't think she ever thought of herself as an artist or even an artistic person, but she was. She helped give my sister and I a love for being creative. She unconsiously created a home where people loved to be. Hospitality was second nature to her, people always coming and going, the more the merrier. She came from an era where skill in home arts were essential and she was happy and patient while imparting this knowledge to us. I am thankful that my sister and I, though young, were happy to listen and learn. Now that I am older (old) I hope to pass these same arts onto my future grandkids. Until then, I hope to be as patient and kind as my Mema was with the people I come in contact with. I want the world to sew!

The Unblogger

At the urging of my coworkers, whom I love beyond measure, I have begun blogging. I will be neither consistent nor coherent most of the time. This may amuse me for awhile. You most likely will be bored. So when I complete this post and cook for my dearly beloved, I will crochet tiny flowers. Wait, maybe I will sew. My machine was broken (really really dirty) and I haven't been able to sew at home for over a month. Well, ok, unless I held the presser foot down with my finger which made my finger afraid of being sewn. Sewing shouldn't be scary. So anyway, a wonderful guy fixed my machine (cleaned it really well and didn't make any nasty comments about me being a pig and maybe I should think about cleaning my machine more than once every 17 years) and I am sewing again.