I just came from visiting my parents. I gave my dad the gifts from me and my family. We visited for awhile and started to look through some old photo albums.
The old photographs made me nostalgic. I don't think I'd be a quilter if it wasn't for my dad. He was a tailor. As a little girl, I remember falling asleep to the sound of his sewing machine. My dad had the sewing machine in my room. I was always fascinated by it. I wasn't supposed to touch it but I did end up getting the needle stuck in my finger once. Oops!
My dad doesn't sew anymore. I feel as though I'm carrying on for him! It doesn't seem possible that so many years have gone by. I hope my own kids have nice memories of me as I do of my own parents.