A long time ago in another lifetime I was a seamstress. I stitched matching dresses for Karamea and I to wear to church and other special occasions. I created window coverings, quilts, quiet books, pajamas, cute little heart garlands, Christmas ornaments and so on. I miss those days. I miss strolling through endless isles of fabric bolts, glancing through pattern books, piecing quilts and watching an outfit come together one stitch at a time.
I have my dad to thank for my sewing obsession. Way back when I was fourteen ,in the days when they actually had funding to teach great things in school, dad made sure sewing was on my class list. Grade nine through grade twelve, I took sewing.
It was about 5:00 this evening when I was just finishing up at work, Hamilton called. "Mom, I need a flag for my school project." My reply, "great, when do you need it by." The shocking response from a very quiet voice on the other end of the phone, "tomorrow."
Ummm, thanks to months of meditation I was able to keep my thoughts to myself and calmly say, "okay I'll work on that after I start dinner and laundry." Thirty minutes later I was on the way home from work but not until I stopped to pick up Asa from basketball practice.
While preparing dinner Hamilton and Ammon searched for some old clothes I could use to cut and create a flag. Dinner is over, laundry is in the process, the flag is complete.
And I miss being a mom.
