A weekend visit, then, to my Mum's in Melbourne (Florida, that is, not Australia - tho' that'd be a welcome trip too!). Chilly weather for thrifty browsing and bookshopping.
Chatting by the (faux) fire in the living room while watching
Mum shared her frustration with her declining sewing skills. Neuropathy in her hands, an after effect of chemotherapy, makes hand stitching uncomfortable. Her dressmaking training back in the UK demanded perfection and she is dissatisfied now with her results in piecing quilts or hand quilting.
So I shared with her Gwen Marston's book
AH! She is excited now to proceed and not worry about perfect 1/4" seams and matching points and straight lines. She has been given permission to be imperfect ;-)
The emerging junior sewist was surprised with a package in the mail from her Grandma (above) and has shared her new passion with her friends - giving them lessons, yesterday, in sewing on the machine.
And me? Domestic stitching (more oven mitts for gifts). And setting up swaps for Girl Scouts. I'm creatively frozen.