Exactly where to lay the blame

And so many types of blame. Without this lady there would be no blanket, no Judah, no me. Yes, it’s Mum. As D and I grew up she knitted, embroidered and sewed our play clothes, Sunday best, nightwear, underwear, bridesmaid dresses, dirndls, teddy’s tank top, Barbie clothes and Barbie bedlinen. Food was cooked from scratch – dinner, bread, cake and jam. She painted our house and learned to speak German and play the piano. She always had time for me. My concerns were her concerns.

This is a sampler for the smocked dresses she made D and me. Love, made cloth.


Don't let me do all the talking.

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