My mother was a quilter and saved every scrap of fabric she came across. She worked in a garment factory and brought home every scrap piece of material they discarded. When she passed away and we cleaned out her house I couldn't understand why she had so much fabric. Now that I've started quilting I'm amazed at how much fabric I have accumulated. I've turned into my mother. Not a bad thing!!

Linda

Yep, that will happen!!

My mother gets it now. She's visiting for a week, and was upstairs with me in my sewing room last night. I am finishing a quilt for her neighbor who helped her out when she needed it (and I couldn't be there). I was ready to make the binding around 11 pm, and was second-guessing the fabric I had chosen for this. The two of use started to look through my stash, and came up with the perfect choice. She actually said it "was a good thing you already had this, otherwise we'd have to wait.". I just laughed.

A stash is a fabulous thing. You never know when that piece of fabric will work perfectly in a quilt.

My great aunt sewed for YEARS. Her sister...my grandmother...sewed too but not a lot. My grandmother told me that Cora sewed all of her own clothes when she was young...don't think she had many store bought clothes. I remember when I was about 4 or 5 my mother would get a BIG box in the mail just about the time school started and it would be all kinds of clothes that she made for me. At Christmas when she and my great uncle would come to our house...there was always a big box full of clothes that she had made for me. And when I started playing with dolls...she would send me big boxes of clothes for them too. She sewed up until the time she had to move out of her apartment and into a retirement home where she died in 1993.

I WISH I would have thought to ask her what she was going to do with her stash because she had TONS of fabric in her 2nd bedroom/her sewing room. I have no clue if she gave it to someone else or donated it somewhere.

Seems the apple didn't fall too far from the tree! LOL

Mom is smiling down at you :D:D:D

As the saying goes...Mirror, mirror on the wall, Oh my God I am my mother after all!

How true. That is precious and I am going to send it to my sister and daughter.

Carol J.

Really sweet. Thanks for sharing.