Hi all!
Just a quick reminder that we're giving away our Feathers on Linen pillow for Mother's Day. We want to hear about your mother. What has she done for you? What do you remember most about her? Leave us a comment on this post and let us know.
I remember my mother as a caregiver like her mother before her. She is one of those women who always makes sure everyone has a plate before making her own. She is always making the best fudge (something she also inherited from her mother) for any occasion be it a wedding or a funeral. I remember her reading to me every night when I was little until I fell asleep.
Tell us what your mother has done for you. The best entry will win a pillow for Mom. Also don't forget to check out our Etsy or the new Sale section of our website for drastically reduced pillows.
Hope to hear from you!
2 comments:
Hi Michelle: I joined you and I'm sorry I commented to you after you left such a kind message on my blog, but before I came over so I thought your name was Jess. I'm so happy to meet you and I'll tell you a little bit about my mom. She was very tiny and petite,and loved to garden and her family. She was a great cook and a self-taught decorator. She loved moving the furniture around and changing things up. I think I must have inherited that gene from her. She always had fresh flowers in every room in the house. She didn't drive but she had a lot of friends who took her shopping and such. I remember she had such a gorgeous garden one time, she mixed everything imaginable into the soil and heated the soil on an old wood cook stove and then planted the seeds. Oh, how I wish I had a picture of that garden. She loved her grandkids but did not live to see any of them married or her great grands. But I'm sure she knows everything about them..Happy Monday..Judy
first off, thank you so much for your comment and visit to my blog during the bangle stack hop...what fun I had meeting so many new ladies..
My dear sweet mom passed away this last September at the age of 91...her last years on this earth were not pleasant...she suffered...we all suffered. It was so hard to watch her go from vibrant and healthy to confused, frustrated and so alone. I prayed for her until I was exhausted...I was with her as she died...I layed next to her and whispered in her ear all the things I’ve been meaning to say and never did. When she breathed her last breath we all gasped in unison...It was over. she was finally at peace. Now...a gap. a gap so big that it can never be filled. Now I talk to her on a regular basis...mommy help me I cry...help me to live a life of a daughter you’d be proud of...I stumble...I struggle but at the same time I grow stronger each day...I pray for the help and guidance that I got from her as a child...I feel her with me
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