Childhood goes all too quickly. MEMORIES STAY. I remember when my aunt let me embroider a square on my own quilt at seven. I remember a pink flowered hand smocked dress made from the first nylon sold (same was used for parachutes and I am certainly showing my age). My sister made me a "rocking duck" for my Ginny doll, and I had a cigar box canapy dollbed trimmed in blue dotted swiss made by my mother. I will never know the little people who receive the crafts I make, but I will know that I have put lots of love in every seam. I'm happy to help you....Let kids be little kids full of imagination and good memories to cherish.
- Joined January 26, 2008