After I post anything on my blog I typically check religiously to see if anyone has commented. Last night was no different. Except that when I did check and surprise surprise found not one but two comments I was very happy. But what made me even more happy was reading the special comment that my Mum left. I felt that it was too special to leave hidden in the comments so I am publishing it here:
"To all you folks out there who follow Lauren's blog, I am her mother. If you haven't been following this since the beginning, go back to her first post about acquiring her 1930's sewing machine and you will get a clearer picture of my history. I've not said much in the past but now I shall speak.
It is one of the greatest pleasures of my life to read these posts and see what a wonderful young woman my daughter has become, to me a dream come true and worth every second of hardship, argument(s), rage, and discontent that we have afflicted upon one another at some time along this journey. My Grandmother (the one who gave Lauren her sewing machine) was the most talented craftsperson I ever met and a great role model for me. My grandparents owned a five and dime store, started in the 1930's, in the midst of The Great Depression, until they retired in the early 1970's. One of the many things they sold was fabric. That sewing machine, you know which one I mean, was used to alter many a dress to make my Grandmother's customers happy and confident about what they were wearing. During my junior high and high school years I gained a real interest in sewing and was extremely pleased with the deal my Grandmother offered me. Her offer was as follows.. if you want to make your own clothes the fabric is free, if you don't want to make your own clothes you will have to buy them (cut rate of course). What a motivator plus, if I screwed something up really badly, as I did back then, I could just rip the object in half and forget about it! (I really only did that once and I never told my Grammie). Over the course of time I have made many accomplishments with the/a sewing machine...a three piece suit for Lauren's father, many, many clothes for myself and my children, excellent Halloween costumes, a wedding gown for a friend, a wedding gown for myself, a beautiful dress for Lauren as maid of honor, a prom dress for Lauren like no other and now I am about to make a wedding gown for my lovely daughter. I feel so honored to have been asked to make this dress. It will be beautiful, she will be beautiful, my Grandmother will be smiling down from Heaven and I'll be lying on the ground crying my eyes out but, that's another story so maybe I should start my own blog. I love you Lauren."
Isn't that the sweetest thing you've ever read? My mum and I have certainly,as she mentioned, had some fights and rough patches, but I am very happy that we've managed to come out intact on the other end. I am also so happy to have someone who was patient enough to teach me how to sew and to now have someone knowledgeable to talk to about sewing. I can remember many summer days spent sewing away then anxiously waiting for her to come home from work to help me fix a mistake or show me how to sew a zipper or button hole. Some of my fondest memories of my Mum involve me sitting in the sewing room watching her sew and talking. I am just glad that I make her proud and I hope she knows that I am grateful for all that she has done for me and all that she has taught me, and also that I love her.
Lastly, I have finished one of the two additions to Charlie's quilt. The engagement date is proving to be trickier than I had expected.
Have a great weekend!