i dropped by my moms this morning with her trader joes groceries, and this realization sunk in. (not necessarily a bad thing-depending on the point of view.)

my mom will be 89 in nov- she still lives in the house i grew up in . with my oldest daughter  residing in the guest house, it works out wonderfully- someone is there , but independence is maintained.

although my mom has slowed down physically these last few years- she is as smart as a tack.  she does two crossword puzzles a day, is the organizer of her weekly church sewing group and other various fundraising  events. 

so this morning, while i was unpacking the groceries, my mom asked if i could help her move a few boxes- she was looking for green fabric.   just to clarify- my old bedroom plus my sisters room plus the family room are stacked with boxes of fabric. i had just “re-organized” my studio last week, but today was a very different experience. i found myself revisiting parts of my of childhood- memories of learning how to sew, seeing yardage left over from a dress my mother made me, the horrific print i chose for my 7th grade home ec tote bag.

on the way home i reflected.  my studio is “somewhat organized”- but then again i’m only 52- who knows what can happen in 37 yrs?

 happily, we did find some green fabric that was suitable for her project.