I never realised how much I'd love stitching new designs onto flour sack.
But I do.
It's so soft, yet strong. Like a woman, huh?
I was at Rosie's last Friday and we talked about flour sack. How sturdy the weave and yet how beautifully it drapes...and how wonderful that back in the 30's during the Great Depression manufacturers made pretty flour sacks so mamas could sew shirts and dresses for their precious little babes.
And that made me think of my own baby girl, Blossom. She'll turn 23 on Friday and you know what she does at night when her own little daughter has gone to bed? She sews beautiful clothes and nightgowns for her sweet child.
I think the act of sewing for another is a privilege we don't acknowledge often enough. When Blossom and her sisters were little I would always make them a birthday dress and a Christmas dress. The two eldest girls wore matching outfits until daughter number three came along and I found it a bit tedious to sew the same dress three times so from then on they all had different dresses (which they really preferred).
Seeing what Blossom has sewn for Cully May and hearing the JOY in her voice as she tells me what she's making next takes me back over 30 years and the delight I had doing the same thing when her eldest sister came along.
I must say, she is a far more accomplished seamstress than I ever was. Her attention to detail, the finishing, the constant study of this dressmaking craft, the honing of skills I've never heard of...this is truly her delight and my heart is filled with happiness for her.
She loves making clothes the way I love to paint pictures with needle and thread.
I'm so proud of her, so impressed with the young woman, the young mother she has become.
Over the years I have HOPED so much for each of my children, hoped for good health, hoped for happiness, hoped they would walk with Jesus, hoped for good spouses, hoped their arms would be filled with children, hoped they have generous hearts...and though many hopes are still being hoped for, I am very grateful for the hopes which I've seen come to fruition.
We must never lose hope in our children.
But back to my visit with Rosie.
We hadn't seen each other for a few months and I'd forgotten all about my February birthday, but that sweet friend had not.
It's rather lovely to celebrate your birthday again three months after the event!
Look what she made me...
The most beautiful zippered pouch (it's quite large so I can pop my sewing in there when I visit next time), and an inspirational gift tag that tugged at my heartstrings.
Her stitching is exquisite...but her friendship is priceless.
I hope your week has started well?
May it be a bounty of blessings each and every day!
PS: The HOPE stitchery pattern will be inside the June issue of The Stitchery Club.