My mom has always been a wonder at sewing. She's good at so many other things, too, truly she is. But when I think about all the things she does so well, it's in her sewing creations that she is truly gifted and talented. She made everything when we were growing up; my sisters' and my clothes, triple the amount of Barbie clothes, a dozen or more chorus dresses, Halloween costumes, and even a Wrestlerette Uniform (please, don't ask).
Her sewing box has everything. Seriously. Everything. And I missed it dearly when I moved out some 27 years ago. I've missed it ever since. Over the years she has given me several sewing boxes. Complete with needles, thread in every color I might need, pins, a pin cushion, even scissors. For some reason, I never seem to have that box around when I need it. I've been blessed to be able to run over to Mom's house when I needed something up until now. Now she's 2,200 miles away, back in Georgia.
I got a package in the mail the other day from Mom. Inside were an unopened box of 30 needles, complete with a handy-dandy threader, about 10 different colors of thread, pins, a pin cushion, and two pair of scissors. She knows me so well.
So, Mom, this is one's for you. I will never be without it again. On my honor as your daughter, my sewing box will be forever ready for any sewing emergency.