I sat at my desk, with the sewing machine and typewriter on it, in my craft/junk room this evening (Tuesday, 6/30), working on the ‘2nd set’ of curtains for the R-pod (Michael’s travel trailer). We needed some that we can open from the center and I needed to make these wider and a bit longer to also be able to add some velcro strips to. This will give us a bit more privacy (the trailer came with mini blinds which don’t really allow for that privacy).
Anywho… as I sat in what I realized was a ‘little moment of happiness’ (obviously because I was being creative), Michael came up to the room and I didn’t know he was standing in the doorway just watching me sew. When I turned to see him, he had this cute big grin on his face and I asked him, “do you need me?” His response: “always”… (smile now on my face). He came over to me, gave my cheek a kiss and said, “I love seeing you like this, I appreciate you making these for us.” I shared with him that my grandmother and mother would be sorely disappointed though in my sewing efforts (not so straight lines and cuts) but I did find myself thinking that I AM glad that they both taught me the basics. When I do even hear the sewing machine, I always think of grandma… she was my world (as a child before my parents divorce) and during the times when I thought nobody else wanted me! My moment of happiness… crooked stitches and all…
That’s her on the far right in the white & blue dress (next to my grandfather) – Demetria Alvear. (I now own that dress and put it on my mannequin when I just need to feel her presence). She was always this very thin woman who always made me feel happy and loved. She was my world as a little girl and who I aspire to be like as a woman (especially as I get older). (Thank you cousin Sandra for sending me this photo).
Just wanted to share this with you all, thank you for allowing me that!