Peace in piecemeal

     I swear my Mom is getting people to do stuff now.  She has bugged me for years to learn to sew with her.  Little projects here and there would pop up but we never really dug into anything.  Many creative projects got the floor and life just got in the way.   Back in the day she would sew pillows and drapes as a way to make money.  Way back even further she made most of her own clothes.  Sometimes it was out of necessity and others for enjoyment but regardless of the reason she was sewing. 
     Weeks ago I started working for a wonderful little company called Mudworks.   I get to spend a few select hours a week with not only creative but damn hardworking people.  They waste no time nor supply and the next new creative endeavor is always just around the corner.   Most of the time it's made of clay.  You name it...they seem to make it which leads to me wanting to buy it.  I'm already working on the barter system and it's only been a short time.  I have been excited to learn the ins and outs of clay ever since I first touched it over a decade ago.  I am thrilled to be back to it again.  BUT, they don't stop there...it's not their style.  They make all sorts of cool things like purses, journals and bibs out of recycled material.   Today I learned the beginning phases of that adorable little baby item, the bib.  I will be able to do it at home which enables me to tend to my zoo if need be and get some cash (well, hopefully if I can refrain from falling in love with goodies).  As I was handed the pins and the material I swear I heard my Mom snicker.  I think the wonderful women I work with would've gotten along wonderfully with my mother.  They are cut from the same cloth and now I will be cutting and trimming it...