Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on January 12, 2014 by Jan Wilberg
Today I folded a fitted sheet that my mother made for their bed bought in 1939; I can see her, a young woman, a baby on the way, the geometry and seams perfect.
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Category: WritingTags: making things, mother's sewing

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This was lovely. It made me think of my own grandmother, who would iron her sheets before making her bed.