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Just about everyone who really knows me has, at some point in time, looked me square in the eye and said, "Your head is filled with useless information." I am actually ok with that. I have a memory for minutia and it pops up at the most amazing times. It serves me well - many of my passwords incorporate old phone numbers or zip codes or even the dates of various - well, never mind. On the down side, I remember (usually verbatim) hurtful things said or done or overheard. (Sometime I'll tell you the story about my kindergarten teacher correcting me on a sentence. Seriously.) On the upside, I can also remember things that happened long ago but made me feel creative and clever. Here is one of my favorites.
In between hot flashes I have tried to think about snow and Christmas and maybe making something new with which to deck my halls when I remembered something Mom played with years and years ago. She taught us how to make these weird ornaments from scraps. The ones we made back then were done with bits of reds and greens and Christmas-y prints. I had the necessary materials already in-house, so there was no fussing. I did not want to make actual tree ornaments (I haven't got much in the way of scraps of Christmas fabric) so I did one with some batik scraps. It was kind of nice to look at, so I selected some of my precious scraps of Japanese fabric to play around with and see what I could create. It finished up well but I had a *$#&$% of a time with those beautiful fabrics that unravel if you so much as LOOK at them.
By this time I was pretty much satisfied that I remembered how to make them (there are a few tricks) but at a bit of a loss to know what to do with them. For now they are just going to sit on a shelf in my sewing room. The best part of the project was thinking back on making them with Mom. I miss her so much. I guess we never think that what we do now could be remembered years later with so much love.
Sometimes it's good to be a Rain Man.
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