First of all, thank you all so much for so many kind words of support over this past year, while I have periodically freaked out over my sister Claudia's health issues. I've been so concerned about her, and it really helped to have people be so kind. Unlike my mom, who never told anyone for years that she had MS, I'm not the kind of person who can keep that all bottled up inside; it helps me to get it out.
Anyway, Claudia had her final surgery yesterday: she'd been sick with a dreadful cold and fever, and we were all worried that they might even put off this last surgery, and she'd have to wait even longer, so we're all very relieved that she was able to have the surgery, and now she can finally start to feel like she's moving forward without tons of difficult things to face. I'm so happy for her and so proud of her. Many, many thanks!!
I've mentioned before that when we were growing up, my mom and my sisters, (Mary Kate and Claudia,) and I would often spend hours on end in the basement of our house.
Why, you might well ask?
Well, we were all avid seamstresses, and in our basement, we had several sewing machines, along with an ironing board, dressers, and drawers overflowing with patterns; hanging racks with piles of fabrics, a radio, and a washer and dryer. For someone who sewed, it was like being in a candy store.
We thought nothing of whipping up a new outfit one night and being able to wear it the following day. My mother had so many clothes, and was a beautiful seamstress. We all taught ourselves to sew and loved making new things. In fact, I would probably still sew all my clothes today if it wasn't a lot more expensive than it used to be, and if stores carried more fabrics that weren't primarily meant for making curtains and pillows!
I have fond memories of us heading down to that basement: talking and commiserating with one another when something we were making wasn't going quite as we'd hoped.
I hadn't thought about that basement for a long time, but I found myself remembering some of those days while Claudia was sick over this past year...
"Asking a seamstress to mend is like asking Michelangelo to paint your garage." (--Unknown)