An understanding mother. My own never knitted nor crocheted in her life, but she loved sewing to the point she was truly a pro. She made all of my clothes, when she and my father could have very well afforded her to buy them, but it gave her great pride, as she told ‘her’ mother (we won’t go there - as all grandmothers are NOT created equal), she did it because she loved me.
I had a friend some years back who was about as tactful as a Mac truck without brakes, saying when I said something (probably grumbling) about my sewing. She said, well something like, “then don’t sew” Yeah, like don’t breathe. She was an avid gardener, I am not, asphalt jungle was my home growing up, but I would have never told her NOT to spend her time getting sun-burned, etc., griping about this, that and the other plant.
Anyway, I have found in this almost one-year back to knitting (oops, not sewing though) it is most relaxing and it is something ‘I’ do. I don’t do it to save money (Heavens, No) but to fulfill a need I have. It has helped me a great deal coping with some problems, which we all experience in our lives, and still go on. I sit in my corner of the kitchen, underneath the glass ceiling there and I am at peace. Hallelujah.
Thanks for reading, if you do, and Love to one and all of you. KH’ers are the best people on the earth.
Just plain Wanda, thanks, let’s leave out the ‘witch’ part - hate it.