homemade – adjective – made at home rather than in a store or factory.
I come from a long line of women that perfected the craft of homemade. This is a fact that I did not appreciate until probably 5 years ago. Looking back at my childhood, I have the best memories of my grandmother’s house. She worked every day to take care of her home. The garden at their house was amazing. It was not your typical home garden. It was huge. There was never a shortage of corn, beans, tomatoes, cantaloupe, watermelon, okra … And the apple trees and the grape vine! I can vividly remember her making grape juice. A large pot on the stove top with a mysterious orange tube where the juice was siphoned out into quart size glass jars. When I was little, we had homemade grape juice. That blows my mind.
The love of creating at home didn’t stop in the kitchen. My mom’s love of homemade included sewing. And when you are a middle school girl, the last thing you want is a homemade dress. I can still remember craving the “fancy” dresses that my church friends wore. Even so, I got my love of sewing from her. While I don’t sew clothing for myself, I enjoy creating with fabric.
I made my first full size traditional quilt several years ago. At one point, I was sitting among small strips of fabric and thought to myself Why am I doing this? Because I can, that’s why. If you have ever taken a perfectly good yard of fabric, cut it into 2″ strips, sewn the strips back together, cut it into more 2″ strips and sewn those into a square – then you know what I’m talking about.
She gave my husband and I a quilt for our wedding. You don’t know love until you have cuddled warmly under something so wonderful.
This blog is my ode to all things homemade, handmade, DIY’d and the fact, that eventually, we all turn into our Mothers.