1974
In circa 1974, long before I was conceived my Mom bought some mauve meets lavender crepe silk. Well, we think it was '74, as it was before she met and married my Dad (in a whirlwind of 1975), and I came along a year later (so, yes, I was planned). So, 1974 it is. The silk, with the floral sidekick and two spools of matching thread, sat on my Momma's shelf for years. As a kid I would see that white plastic bag, peek inside, hear her scream "Don't touch that!," and I'd always say "When you gonna make that?" In the summer of 2013 she asked me to help her organize a fraction of her sewing abyss. In doing that, among the scraps of fabric that I use for muslins, the fabric neither of us know where it came from (or why someone would make or buy it) that is also muslin central for me, she relinquished and gave me her 30+ year old silk. I greedily grinned and promptly ducked it in my suitcase, so she couldn't take it back. I the...