Blog Post #17
|Jean-François Millet, The Sower|
|The cowboy print looked something like this|
|Dad with his horse Smokey|
|My mother-in-law wearing a
typical dress of her own making
This became shortened to, “As you sew, so shall you rip,” which is how I always think of it. Her witticism seemed to make up for any error in sewing she had made. She knew she had struck on a profound play on words. Always chuckling at her wit, she repeated this phrase to me whenever I found her sewing.
|The notorious seam ripper|
|“Young Mother Sewing” by Mary Cassatt|
|Dresses with mutton sleeves.
Not the dresses Caity makes.
Looking back on the summer, it is evident that I did not sow some of the things that I might have sown. I didn’t even sew things that I planned to sew. I’ve been talking about making a new dress since March. I still haven’t done it. It doesn’t matter. The old ones are still wearable as they hang, limp and lifeless in my closet, like vintage remnants from a garage sale. Instead, I sowed a summer with my daughter, sewing and talking, and being together. It was, and continues to be, worth the harvest, for she is precious to me.
|One of our daughters, and some of our grandchildren on a summer outing|
|One of my grandsons with me|