Piecing it all together
Sunday, January 24, 2016
My family is filled with fabric, and it seems that my mother and I were cut from different kinds. We do not agree on child rearing, politics, theology or housekeeping. When I was about 10, my mother taught me to sew on an old treddle machine. That treddle brought a new spark and joy into the mother-daughter relationship.
Now seeing my Mom use her sewing machine every time I visit reminds me of all that we have been through as we work on our sewing projects.
When we’re together, we focus on two things: love of family and quilting. We have argued over the patterns and fabric choices. We have brainstormed over the best way to finish the edges: would we use regular fabric or silk edging? We have complemented each other on the fine work that has been done, and often repeated the comments of friends and family. Quilting has sewn our hearts and family together in a way that is both pleasant and unexpected.