Between Mother & Daughter

Sharing a bit of myself self with y'all.   My email exchange with my daughter today.  

Her First Mothers Day.  A continent away.

From: Jessica
Date: May 13, 2012 12:01:56 PM EDT
To: Stacey>
Subject: From one mother to the other

Hi mom!

Thanks for such a sweet email! Being a mother makes me appreciate what you had to go through over the years. It's tough work!

And I'm not sure how positive I am these days but I know it'll get better ;)

Thank you for all of your help and support! I would be completely lost over here in England without it.

Happy mothers day to you! I still have to mail your gift so hold tight.

Love ya!

Jess

Sent from my iPhone

On 13 May 2012, at 03:53 PM, >stacey wrote:

Hi honey,  I hope you are having a nice day today.  I just wanted to let you know how proud I am of you.  There is not a day that passes where I don't think your accomplishments, your poise, generosity, caring of other people who are important to you, strengths, beauty in seeing positive things, creativity, and so many other fine qualities.  I love you very much.

Happy Day to you. 

                Love Mom
                sent from my iPad 

My first grandchild.  A boy born on April 1st.

The following quilt was quite an interesting project for me. OMG, I made so many mistakes. Cutting my fabrics rights side together and not getting the angles correct, trimming up my block too small for my planned pinwheel cornerstones with sashing. You name it, it happened.

My red and aqua stash

Something went wrong every step of the way. My tension was loose, then it was too tight, my machine kept skipping stitches. Every inch! Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I let my youngest daughter come home and try her free motion quilting skills on it (fabric painting according to her), mess with the tension, the bobbin holder screw, use incredible amounts of strange thread. Broken needles. The real culprit most of all was ~ Pressure ~ Pressure to get it done before this little guy made his debut.   All before I got my rear-end on a plane heading across the pond to the UK. 

I did it and guess what? I loved every bit of stitching, ripping and curs*#ing.

pinwheels, cornerstones and sashing didn't happen

Also a huge hug of appreciation to my son-in-law for serving our country so proudly.