Many, years ago I began making a plaid wool skirt. Why I was making a wool skirt when I lived in Southern California I will never know. My mother was assisting me. She always tried to teach me to sew and whenever I would dream up an often hairbrained project she was always right there to help me. Many times she would end up finishing it and it would always be beautiful.
At some point I abandoned the project. I moved to New York and the project was packed. When I cleaned out "junk" all but the skirt, waistband and another piece of the wool was saved but the rest was given away. I got my own sewing machine but I never finished the skirt.
I came across someone on Etsy that makes custom hats out of recycled clothing and other materials. I contacted her and she agreed to make a hat for me out of the fabric. I pulled out the skirt and did a rough measurement to make sure there was enough but I never followed through with her.
Now, fall is approaching and I'm thinking about my winter hat again. I sat down and took a close look at the skirt. It is beautiful. The plaid matches perfectly in each seam, every dart, the zipper, even the split. I remember every step. I was so proud of myself when I did the darts. It was my first time. My mom said that I did a great job. It was my mom's expertise, though, that enabled me to do it. I just see my mom when I look at it and I miss her alot.
I wanted to have the hat made out of it so that I would be able to use it since it is such lovely fabric. I don't want to waste it. However, looking at it now, I don't want to cut it up. I know that my mom would say that if I'm not going to finish it, then have the hat made. I know that I should. I just didn't anticipate how it would make me feel.
I think of my mom every time I sew. I remember when I was first learning and I would be very tentative with the pedal. She would say, "Go ahead, give it a little gas". Or when I was cutting in too little bites she would say, "Don't be afraid to cut your fabric. These are scissors not nail clippers. Get in there!".
I wish she could see my work now. She wasn't into quilting but she loved the quilt I made for her. I miss sharing with her.
I am glad, though, that I have all of you to share with. Thanks! :)