mother's flowers

I closed up my little sewing sweatshop for a few days

which for me means wandering around aimlessly at times.

 

 

I picked up a couple of pillowcases that my mother had started embroidering.

Like me...she never liked having to do two of the same thing back to back.

I always tried to encourage her to do them in different colors if that helped.

I suppose no one even uses hand-embroidered pillowcases anymore.

I treat them like valuable artifacts not be touched or used.

 

 

I hope my granddaughters like them someday

 because I have a closet full of beautiful hand stitched items

 from three generations.

 

~b