Momma's hands were never idle, and her basket was never empty.
When Momma passed, I brought her basket home with me, and began using it to hold some of my handwork. I have found it makes the perfect basket to take on road trips as it holds my project, keeps things from falling on the car floor and can even hold my phone and snacks for the road trip. I love this basket.
Today my husband and I went on a little road trip and I sat there with her basket on my lap, working on my project and realized how much more this basket holds. It holds treasured memories of a wonderful Momma who taught me so much. Thank you, Momma.
Rainbow Scrap Challenge - look hard in my basket and you will see some yellow 9-patches. The color for June is Yellow. I love yellow - what's not to love, yellow makes me happy!!!!
Here are my yellow fabrics for June. I am looking forward to making each little 9-patch with these happy fabrics.
Block 13 of the Moda Blockhead Challenge. I decided to add a little embroidery in the center as it looked so plain.
Thanks for stopping by,
Teresaa
9 comments:
Lovely story about your Momma...amazing what memories a basket can hold...your little bow ties are so pretty...hugs, Julierose
Lovely memories that fill your heart. I love yellow too.
What a nice way to remember your Momma. It is funny the things that stay in our minds and our hearts. Beautiful collection of yellows!
Lots of lovely YELLOW prints and an heirloom basket to house the blocks in progress. Sweet!!
What a wonderful story about your Mom. Such a great way to remember her. Lovely yellow fabrics in the offering for June.
Teresa, thank you for your book. We just had our retreat this weekend. Wish you could have been there! I think about our last visit often. You are such an inspiration. I hope to see you in Houston in November.
My mom had a basket woven much like your mom's. My sister has it for her sewing notions now. I agree - memories live on in items like that basket.
I love your story. I do have a quilt my mother made for me but all other things were given to my younger sisters ... even the doll I was named after and never allowed to touch.
A wonderful memento and such a handy item .... no wonder your Mom used it and now you.
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