Simplicity

I've lost that loving feeling... If you've ever been there, you'll know the one I'm talking about. You scan through the pattern books, till you see the right one. The cute teenaged model is wearing a calico jumper--and you have to have it. You scan the isles for the right spool of thread, a bargain peice of fabric and some colorful buttons. You wonder if you should forego the zipper since you remember seeing one in mom's sewing basket, that you think might work.

You finally find the fabric you love, you check the price. Seeing that it's 30% off, you hold the roll close to your chest and make your way to the cutting table.

I forgot that feeling til just this morning, when an image triggered my memories. I wonder when my daughter will sew her first apron or tote bag. I hope to share that experience with her, and fall in love with the simplicity of it, all over again.