Prompt: What is your earliest memory?
Hmm… Most of my early memories are prompted from old photos and stories I recall my parents telling. Like the time that I fell over on the sidewalk at two-years-old and my parents weren’t paying attention to me because my little sister was a baby and she had all of their attention. There is a photo of this. Somewhere. Me face down in the snow.
I remember being on my hands and knees with my little sister, reaching for a kitten in the bushes near our house in Bellville. I remember walking those same streets with my little sister, her getting scratched on the face by a schnauzer, and then us running all the way home. I remember playing in the streets with the kids who lived in the apartments across the street. We lived there between ’76 and ’79. It was a different time. A small town.
40-something mama, wife, blogger – who shares her crafty and ordinary life with her family, their three tiny dogs, a fat tortoiseshell cat, – and sewing room that is in a perennial work in progress.
A native Texan, who spent one year in Georgia and over a decade as a single mom, is now happily married and sharing her opinions on products and life in photos and words strung together.