My mother is missed every day. I can feel her presence every time i am in my sewing room. She loved to sew and was the driving force for my learning to sew. She would always tell me that anything i made, be proud of it, not ashamed of it.
i remember her singlehandedly making the choir robes for the church we went to.They were beautiful!
i sometimes think i am too critical of my own work,but, maybe, this is a good thing??