No bookish posts today.
We all know I’m no Martha Stewart (though I’d really like to be). Way back in July, Tom and Huck were with me at the local craft store, and, while I was shopping, they each selected some fabric from the clearance table. Tom chose a skateboard-themed fabric (2 yards for $3) and Huck chose a football-themed fabric (1 yard for $2). They wanted me, their mother, to sew pillow cases for their beds.
I don’t sew very often, and I only know how to use a sewing machine to sew straight lines.
“I don’t know, guys,” I said. “Maybe Aunt Sarah can do this for you.” (Aunt Sarah is my aunt and she is an amazing designer and seamstress who had her own clothing shop for many years. She is a professional, and everything she sews looks fantastic.)
Huck then said, “I love it when you make me homemade things.”
And my heart melted.
I bought the fabric, with that wishful and probably arrogant motherly thinking that they would each think of me every time they rested their heads on the pillows. I was determined to sew their pillowcases myself.
Just as soon as I went to Rare Book School at the University of Virginia.
Just as soon as our family took our summer vacation.
Just as soon as I quoted that big book to a library.
Just as soon as school started for Tom and Huck.
Just as soon as the Santa Monica Book Fair, the Central Valley Antiquarian Book Fair, and the Golden Gate Park Book Fair were finished.
Finally, I decided I had better just do it. And, there it is, pictured above. It only took me about an hour to cut, press, pin, and sew.
I need to apply this attitude — just do it regardless of other priorities — to the Dante catalogue.
Just as soon as I sew a skateboard pillowcase for Tom tomorrow.