Practical matters

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Snickollet posted a rather interesting blog the other day. While I miss my mother simply because she was my Mam and has always been in my life I also miss the little things she used to do. She was a fabulous seamstress, worked as one professionally before she met my dad. She could alter clothes, hem, take in, let out like nobodies business. Bless her heart she tried so hard to teach me to sew and use a sewing machine. However sewing is most definitely not my forte. I would listen and practise and still end up with wobbly hems, the thread getting stuck in the fabric and lets not even go there with the sewing machine, suffice to say you can sew fabric to your fingers. She eventually admitted defeat and presented me with knitting needles. I can just about knit a scarf. Can't do purle (pearl puarl, sp?) as the wool has a tendancy to snap. I am not a crafty person and admire those people who are naturally, like Mam.

She used to do my laundery. For 20 bucks all my washing for that week would be done plus folded and placed neatly in the basket. Doing laundary is one of my most hated tasks. I have been known to buy new clothes rather the wash the ones I have. She would cook yummy dinners, nothing fancy but what I like to term mammy food, soups and stews, roasts and jelly and ice cream. She was a homebody so I could order stuff off the internet knowing she would be there when it was delivered.

I miss her for the richness she brought to my life but I also miss her for the things she did to help make my life easier.