When I was growing up, I adopted several mothers. Each one of them were very special.
The first one was my aunt. She was one of the four of my famous "Glam Aunts" - I nicknamed them - from left to right, my father, Elizabeth Taylor (for her beauty and ability to know what to do with it), my grandmother, Marilyn Monroe (for her incredible beauty), and Lauren Bacall (cause she was so smart and savvy).
Here are 3 of them with my grandmother and father...the oldest died early of lung cancer. But you can tell they are a handsome group, but not only that they were/are bright and charming and always a lot of fun.
The one on the far right lived in the same town, and bought me my first Bernina. As a little tyke, I had a knack for doing patterns for Barbie (she never changed sizes), and making her one ball gown after another - I never got tired of making beautiful things for her.
Then when I was first married, I took a sewing course from a local well-known designer/seamstress. It was pretty obvious after that first class I not only loved sewing but was very good at it. My aunt saw that immediately and was instrumental in making sure I got a great sewing machine. My sewing improved incredibly after that first Bernina (which I still have today).
The next mother I adopted was my sewing teacher, who became my mentor. I studied under her for almost 10 years, then did piece work for her when I first started my business. As I started building my own clients, I would use her for consulting to get me through some technical situations. She not only taught me the techniques for getting through those difficult fittings, but taught me how to discover them and learn them on my own. What a gift! She saw me through so much and taught me so much. I still have her "workbook" and was in the process of making a tape of her classes, which I can lay my hands on one day. To this day I do not have a photo of her, which breaks my heart. But she is still in my heart.
The third adopted mom, was a wonderfully exciting gal.
I knew her as a tyke, but we really didn't get to know each other till later in her life. We would go to lunch frequently and talk about our loves and life in general. We had such a similar beliefs. She really helped me a lot in my love life (after divorce) to believe that I was actually desirable, fun and would end up with someone really excellent. I did. And fortunately she got to meet him before she died, and gave her unequivocal blessing.
Even though all three of these women are gone, they gave me so much...my aunt (and her "glam aunt" sisters) gave me the genes of artistry and the ability to dream and be creative about it with a Bernina to boot. My teacher gave me my art and craft, and Mother MM gave me my dreams...again after I lost them.
Happy Mother's Day to all of them!