took a break from the not-so-pretty stitching to finish off the dinner plate for my mother, ada. named after her daddy’s favorite mule . . . or his mother, we’re not really sure which since he gave her the “named-after-my-mother” story as a birthday present late, late in his long, long life.
got the idea of a nest from a piece that talented one called acey did a while back. from the womb till this very day, my mother creates the most beautiful, tasteful, gracious, supportive, nurturing nests in every way a woman/mother can create a nest.
when she was a wee baby, mother reached out to grab the lacy collar of her grandmother who smiled at mother and cooed, “she’s going to love pretty things. oh yes she is.” the woman knew. she just flat-out knew.
i could tell you more – lots more – about mother. stories, memories, and tributes abound (and with my new server plan, i have the bandwidth to share them all). but i think for now i’ll just let you meet her over dinner.
of course the million dollar question is what does she, herself, think of it? Does she know about this blog? I think it’s very lovely and enjoyed the way you chose to present her to us.
thanks for the invite yes….i feel the need to dress up.