Hi Donna, This brought tears to my eyes. I have such fond memories of my Mother making quilts. I keep one quilt that she made me in the closet inside a plastic bag. Whenever I feel blue because she's gone, I just get it out and wrap myself up and it feels like hugs from heaven. I see pieces of dresses that she wore, my dads old shirts and even some dresses she made me when I was a little girl. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem. And also thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving such a sweet comment. You are always so kind of adorable.
I am thinking of my Grandmother and I sharing the love of hand making things. Back when "double knit" fabrics were popular we both sewed crazy quilts (non embellished) for our beds. We had sew much fun together. I do miss my Grandma, and even more now that I know the joy of being a Grandma. Sweet Memories...
Donna, I love it. I was the little girl sitting at my mom's feet stringing quilt pieces as she cut them. I loved doing that and I loved being with her.
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Hi Donna,
ReplyDeleteThis brought tears to my eyes. I have such fond memories of my Mother making quilts. I keep one quilt that she made me in the closet inside a plastic bag. Whenever I feel blue because she's gone, I just get it out and wrap myself up and it feels like hugs from heaven.
I see pieces of dresses that she wore, my dads old shirts and even some dresses she made me when I was a little girl.
Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
And also thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving such a sweet comment. You are always so kind of adorable.
hugs
Sissie
I am thinking of my Grandmother and I sharing the love of hand making things. Back when "double knit" fabrics were popular we both sewed crazy quilts (non embellished) for our beds. We had sew much fun together. I do miss my Grandma, and even more now that I know the joy of being a Grandma. Sweet Memories...
ReplyDeleteDonna, I love it. I was the little girl sitting at my mom's feet stringing quilt pieces as she cut them. I loved doing that and I loved being with her.
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