Kate, my seven year old niece is in a sewing class. I started sewing when I was eight years old, so I know a thing or two about sewing. Which doesn't imply that I am good seamstress, or that I like to sew. It simply means I know a thing or two about sewing. Kate's first project involved a zipper.
A zipper!
I had to take several classes before I ever used fabric to sew on. When I learned to sew we had to sew straight lines on paper until we graduated to fabric. Not Kate, she is the next Coco Chanel.
Kate's first project involved making a lined zipped bag. She chose fabric with a similar matching blue and black pattern (the opposite sides not shown has polka dots).
The other day Kate's gave me the lined zipped bag. When she did I looked at my sister in law, Diane with a ting of guilt, her daughter's first sewing project and she was giving it to me. Diane gave me that it is okay smile putting me at ease.
Kate is Chelsea's Godchild.
She is the youngest of four, my brother Mark's child.
She has the best laugh, a laugh that I love to hear and hope it never changes.
But what I never knew about her is how cleverly creative she is about putting things together. Yesterday we made some felt fiber bracelets (another story not for today) and Kate wowed me with her designs.
She has a stylish flair that doesn't come by learning.
I opened the zipped lined bag to check out her sewing, to see how good of a job she had done. A blue ribbon job Kate had accomplished.
Inside the bag I saw a twenty dollar bill, so I said to Kate, "Oops, I think you forgot, you left some money inside."
Kate looked up shyly, "Aunt Coco I know it cost you alot of money to come visit us. I want to give you my money so you can come visit us again."
My eyes welled with tears.
There is nothing better than the gift of a loving heart. Money cannot buy love, though twenty dollars in a zipped bag is worth a million
