It's four weeks until the memorial celebration for my Mom, and you can feel the bustle in the atmosphere. My brother Pete is scurrying to get pictures of Mom and Dad enlarged for display. Mark is helping my sister plan the menu. Heidi has piles of scrapbooking materials and pictures all over her dining room table. My cousin from Virginia has unearthed three albums of old pictures of when Mom and her sister and brother were kids.
There's a cousin flying in from Alaska and a niece coming up from Houston. Mom's grinning, I know, because she's the center of attention for her family.
If Mom had written the song "These Are a Few of My Favorite Things," the list would have been very long indeed. The top of the list would include bracelets and necklaces, pins and scarves, pink finger polish and everything sparkly.
Once we moved everything out of my Mom's room at the nursing home, my sister and I gathered all her jewelry—her bling—together in order to figure out what to give to whom. We picked something out for every female in our family and for the women who tended her in the nursing home. Thirty seven bags later, we were done.
Now I'm making simple bags—bling bags—for our gifts. These fabric choices are the beginning of that. More pictures as they evolve.
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