It was only fitting that my Nana gave me my very first sewing machine.
She made every Sunday dress I wore for the entire length of my childhood.
I have fond memories of her making all manner of things including Christmas gifts her friends.
One year it was a whimsical toilet seat cover with Santa Claus on the lid shielding his eyes from such unmentionable bathroom talk.
I'd like to think her gift giving nature and creativity overflowed a bit into me.
Circa 2008. Toddler & Senior Portraits of yours truly, added bonus.
Speaking of all things domestic, I miss sewing and working craftily with my hands.
Traveling about this broad earth does not allow the easy transportation of a sewing machine.
Not to mention all the accoutrements.
I suppose I am feeling a bit of angst over my lack of sewing supplies because my sweet friend Val is having a baby!
I will find a way to craft something for Baby S, with or without my sewing machine. I must and I shall.
Tonight, however, there will be no sewing.
Only celebrating with my pal Sarah Beth one last time before she sails across the pond to her new home. In London.