The contents of this little bowl represent two whole hours of my time-- just the sewing, not the cutting out. And I very artfully disguised just how little they look like eggs-- and just how much they look like something I might have sewn when I was about 5 years old. Way, way, wonky. But I love them, and I loved those two hours spent sewing with friends.
Nearly a year ago, a group of women from my parenting group began to gather to sew. Once a month we haul our machines and our children into each other's homes and spend a few hours working. There is always a "project" chosen, but sometimes we bring whatever we are working on, and sometimes, like today, someone comes who has never sewn a stitch and is beginning at the very, very beginning. What fun today to see this giant, beautiful case opened to reveal a truly antique machine-- I'm guessing it was one of the first electric models made-- in pristine condition, and to see it's owner's daughter-- it's new owner-- take her first stitches, ever. These little gatherings remind me of hearing my grandmother talk about quilting bees-- now I really get what that time of fellowship and handwork meant for her. I don't know if children attended-- I'm sure they did, as there was certainly no such thing as a "babysitter," unless you count the (not much) older children. I would imagine that her hand was steadier and her train of thoughts more logical as she worked and watched her brood, but maybe not. No matter, though. I came away from this afternoon happy, with an egg for each boy. And one for me, too boot.
A lovely, lovely Easter to you all!