like mother like daughter.

I’m turning into my mother. Some people say this phrase with distain. Some with fear. I say it with neither but rather … surprise. Not that I was never like my mother. I think we are very alike in many ways but in this context, I’m referring to hobbies. To crafting.

I’ve always been crafty like my mom is crafty but we’ve been crafty in different ways. For the longest while, I was on a paper kick. Scrapbooking, stamping, book making. While I still enjoy all of those and will go well out of my way for a nice stack of heavy-weighted paper, I’ve turned my focus to sewing. To fabric, which is where my mom’s crafty realm has always been.

Pretty sure my mom continues to be a tad shocked when I choose to spend my free time at my sewing machine. Or when I go to Target and buy pillow cases on clearance because they’re cute and I know I can make them into grocery totes and give them new life. [The green and orange polka dots are the pillow cases; the pink and blue are sheet sets for quilts in the making.] But now, there’s more than just the sewing. My mom is an expert, intense and busy gardener. Eh. I’ve never had much interest. Planting and hoeing tobacco was always enough for me in the plant arena.

[interest sparked] I bought flowers yesterday – a mum and a daisy. Add that to the other seeds I had planted earlier and five larger pots now adorn my window ledge. I’m a tad sad that I still am not in a place in my life where I am in one location long enough to have an actual garden. I dream of planting veggies and having peonies and other pretty things in a garden alongside my gnomes.