My mom makes the most beautiful quilts. Not only are they visually appealing and artfully made with an eye for color placement, they are also technically perfect. Every seam lines up perfectly, every corner is exactly square. She's able to achieve this level of perfection because she's a fusser. And a measurer. And a ripper-outer and re-doer if necessary. Me, on the other hand, I'm a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants, I'm-sure-it-will-be-fine-when-it's-finished, nobody-will-ever-notice-that-little-goof type of person. If it weren't for the fact that we agree on most other things, I'd wonder if I was adopted.
Seriously. She uses recipes and measures. Right down to 1/4 teaspoon. My philosophy is that a half teaspoon is some, 1/4 t is a little less, and a teaspoon is a little more. 1/8 t is a smidge and anything less than that doesn't even show up on my radar. My mom? Yes, she measures 1/8 t if the recipe calls for it. She also keeps a ruler in her kitchen drawer and if a recipe calls for rolling something out to a 8" circle... Yep. Hers is 8". Although this kind of attention to detail is not my forte, I do have to admit that her recipes turn out the same every time. Mine? Not so much. And it frustrates my mother in law to no end when she likes something I've made and asks for the recipe. Honestly, though? After 25 years of this, she out to know there isn't going to be one.
So... what did I start to tell you about before I wandered off on a random topic? Oh, yes - sewing. My mom sews. I do not. She tried to teach me - really, she did (and still has the grey hair to prove it). You can imagine how much fun that was for her given our personality differences in this area! I suppose it should be said that I technically possess the knowledge necessary to sew. I have sewn. I could sew again, but only if it would save someones life or right some catastrophic wrong or something. You know... like if I sew this seam, the hostages will be set free:) Barring that, I'm not gonna do it.
My kids didn't even know sewing was possible until one time we were at my parents' house visiting and my daughter came out with a pair of her pajamas with a rip in the shoulder seam. My mom took them and stitched that right up and my daughter was flabbergasted! Who KNEW you could FIX clothing!
This is the Autumn quilt my mom made for me and it's fantastic. Thank goodness for her fussing and measuring tendencies.
Oh, did I mention my mom alphabetizes her spices?