To My Teacher

I have always been meticulous about keeping my sewing room neat and organized, but something has happened over the last 10 years while taking care of my parents. I attempted to do some sewing yesterday for the first time in years, and when I stepped into the room I couldn’t even see my sewing machine. The room is filled with boxes. After my mother died, I put all the boxes of her sewing things in my sewing room, and haven’t touched them since. The time has now come to go through those boxes and eliminate duplicates and things that I will never use.

This is going to be a difficult task. My mother taught me to sew when I was 9 years old. My first project was a purple moomoo, and my mother went on to teach me how to make everything from underwear to tailored suits. She saved scraps of everything she made, and stored all her notions in containers that were uniquely my mom. Each box contains a memory of my mother, but they are the best of memories.

Thank you, Mom.