As I type, I'm wearing these fleece cap earrings, miniatures of the 22 child-sized hats I sewed this weekend, humming along to Christmas music, ensconced in the room I took over when my daughter Kathe got married and moved away.
So after taking a break this afternoon to work on some other projects, I fished some scraps out of the trash and fashioned these mini-caps. Just to see if I could. My first fleece earrings, and probably my last. But I'll enjoy seeing them dangling from my Christmas trees for years to come. And I'll think of my mother's mother, Mema, as I always do when I sew.
My mother hated to sew. One of her mother's major pasttimes was sewing, and my mother felt that she could never live up to the high standards she set. Why bother, when her mother could whip up anything in no time. "I guess sewing just skipped a generation," my mother would say, happy to see me using her sewing machine just for fun.