Thursday, April 30, 2009
passing down pins
The other day I opened one of my mom's old patterns only to find a couple of pins still stuck through the delicate tissue paper. The thought that these were the very pins she had used when she was my age, undisturbed for almost 30 years filled me with a sense of awe and history. Like somehow these forgotten pins connected me to the 25 year old version of my mother who had placed them there.
I imagined her sewing matching outfits for her small children, and slipping the pattern pieces back in the sleeve not knowing she had left the two pins for me to discover once I was in her very same stage of life.
I'm grateful she passed down her love and knowledge of sewing along with the pins.