Sew Special

My mom sews. Talented little lady, that Nana. When I was growing up she would sew things for me to wear. She "claims" I was too picky, stubborn and vocal about what she made for me, so she stopped. Good thing I'm no longer like that. How annoying would that be? Sheesh.

My mom has moved on to a new generation with better hope. She sat with Sam for an entire day and taught her how to make a blanket. She sewed stitches and memories all in one.