I normally don’t devote entire posts to a particular person.
And while I’ve mentioned here and there that every ounce of my creativity comes directly from my mama, I don’t think I’ve ever sat down and written an entire post about her.
Let’s rewind to Fall 2011, shall we?
Still a newlywed, and freshly removed from my former career in Insurance, I invited over a couple of friends along with sewing machines. I, for one, couldn’t sew beyond a straight line.
My mom spent the weekend with us explaining the basics of pattern reading and machine settings.
Pressure foot? What the heck is a pressure foot? Throat plate, who?
We learned lots of things.
And we made reversible aprons.
(my mama is to the right of me)
And monogrammed Christmas stockings.
When people ask me where my story begins, it’s an easy answer.
When everyone went home and back to their lives and routines I kept sewing and sewing and sewing.
And my mom?
She keeps sewing, sewing, and sewing as well.
But she, on the other hand, isn’t sewing for business.
She’s sewing in the most selfless, most giving ways.
When she spent her most recent break from school (she’s employed with the Grant Parish School System) sewing pillow case dresses for a church project heading to Africa I knew I needed to post her project.
She doesn’t blog.
And I’ve tried to make her a contributor here because y’all, the world needs to see her creativity. But the idea of editing photos and having to explain (in typing form) how she does things just isn’t her speed. She would rather come over to your house, plop down beside your sewing machine, and teach you all the secrets she holds from years of watching Sewing With Nancy..
And when some spend their school breaks reading novels, getting massages, or cleaning closets…..
She sews little dresses for little girls in Africa.
Little girls who will never have the opportunity to sew alongside her, but get the privilege of wearing something with so much heart and attention to detail that it makes my heart swell.
And that fabric to the right of the crossword puzzle fabric? That’s leftover cocktail napkin fabric from my wedding!
Because let’s face it, my mom had the task of making 150-ish fabric napkins for my reception because I didn’t want my signature cocktails on paper napkins. True story.
It makes me smile that some little girl far, far away will have a small piece of me, too.
For more information about the Little Dresses for Africa Project: Little Dresses for Africa Website
For more information about getting my mom to Baton Rouge during Thanksgiving holidays to make dresses of our own, email me at aimee@aimeebroussard dot com.
I bet we could make it happen.
Make it a great day!