I can't sew to save my life. I had to take a TLC class back in junior high and I still don't know how I passed the sewing portion of the class.
Over the past few months I've become more grateful for those people in my life that have sewing skills. Mainly, my mother-in-law Roberta. She is so talented when it comes to her sewing machine. She made my daughter's blessing dress. She made my daughter's favorite blanket. She has fixed holes in my daughter's favorite blanket. And most recently, she took in my daughter's favorite Rapunzel dress - a dress that has always been too big for her and now fits perfectly.
Roberta's skills have left a lasting impression on my daughter as well. Whenever she see's a shirt with a small hole in it or a string dangling from a pant cuff, she very confidently states, "Don't worry, Mom. Grandma Berta can fix it."
I've since come to realize that I probably should learn how to sew. It really seems to be a handy skill. For the time being, though, I'm just grateful for Grandma Berta always coming to the rescue.
