The little man and I went to our local craft store to buy some fleece fabric so he would have a new blanket that’s actually long enough for him. He has plenty of blankets, but the two I made for him when he was younger are his favorites. Each has a “perfect” corner or two from the hem I created. We chose fabric (green with bugs on it), and after washing, trimming, and pinning the material, I went to work sewing the hem. As I sat there using my Mom’s sewing machine, I felt grateful. First, I am grateful that I have a clue about what I’m doing with fabric. Second, I have her sewing machine. Third, she took the time to teach me how to sew. I have no desire to create anything fancy, but I can use a sewing machine for basics. Yes, I am grateful. I miss Mom every day, but experiences like this bring sweet memories.
Now there is a newly-hemmed fleece blanket awaiting the kiddo in the morning. I hope he’ll find a corner or two to be a favorite or at least curl up under it while snuggling the favorite ones. 😉