Memories of Fabrics
Thursday of last week was a busy day. I had a long business meeting that stretched into the middle of the afternoon and then spent the rest of the day in my car, heading northward towards home. I was aware of the date as I am each year on November 13th. It was my mother’s birthday and another one I couldn’t send a card and couldn’t bake a cake. She would have been 81 years old.
I got home after dark and found a package leaning against the front door. Curious, I opened it up and immediately was drenched in nostalgia.
Inside were two tea towels and a lovely apron - all in an olive green, vintage looking fabric. Memories of mom flooded over me.
She was a fabric fiend. She dressed our home, she filled our closets with pretty things made from pretty fabrics. Our windows and tables were always decked out in ever-growing biggish vines and flowers. Now we know to call it “french country” as a flavor of her favorites. Back then it was just Mom’s design. And growing up in the 60’s and 70’s, the color of olive was a favorite of hers.
Even today, I lean towards french country fabrics. Big florals but with a delicate curve. Vibrant colors with an exotic twist. It must be they are familiar to me. Hidden in these fabric memories is a sweet reminder of my childhood home who’s address changed every few years but the occupants nor the decor ever changed.
I pulled the apron and tea towels from the box with a bursting heart. My precious sister had sent them to me and they just happened to arrive on Mom’s birthday. And they just happened to remind me of her.
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