Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
I guess we’d run out of words very soon, maybe fastest of all in trying to describe people, yes people.
Have you ever, as you sat waiting, watching people go by, seen some of the funniest things.
People can be, and sometimes I think are, some of the strangest of God’s creatures.
I cringe as I see what happens to the children, as the tree (or child) grows and its limbs are bent. They say a child’s very character, nature, is formed by the time he or she is 3 years old. I do believe that, just seen it happen too many times over all of these years.
I wanted to ask “Just who is in charge here” as a granddad, I guess, and a 3- or 4-year-old boy entered a big department store. There were little push-car carts for children to ride in, each being a two-seater or one-seater. The grandfather took the lad’s hand to pull him from the last two-seated one, over to a one-seater. The lad, instantly hostile and in charge, the poor grandfather, as he glanced about, succumbed and hurriedly got out of sight.
And of course here comes a mom, her arms full with two little ones, trying to fit them both into the one-seated little car. It was not possible. I felt sorry for the granddad; it was obvious he had not trained the lad. What a handful that lad will soon be for a teacher.
Well you know me, and the kids — enough said — right.
Back to the sewing room: “How can I tell the right or wrong side of this fabric,” I was asked recently.
True, there really is a right and wrong side of each one. However, I learned years ago it really does not make any difference as long as you don’t mix them up as you cut. I always use small safety pins and mark as I cut which side I decide to use as the right side. There is a difference and as you wash and wear the garment, it may become obvious, so just play it safe and don’t mix them up as you cut.
— Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 165, Tonganoxie 66086, firstname.lastname@example.org.