After yesterday’s post about my father it is only fitting that today’s post is about my mother.
If anyone has taken a close look at my Instagram posts you may have noticed that I use the hash tag #domesticgoddessinthemaking for a lot of my sewing and cooking posts. This is my own personal nod to my mother.
My mother was good at most things she tried her hand at.
My Mum could cook. She didn’t just specialise in one type of food or style. She could do it all. She could bake, we always had biscuits, slices or cake growing up. She could make jams and preserves. She made bread. She even got a job cooking in an old people’s home in her 50’s without any qualifications. When she tried her hand at cake decorating she sold several wedding cakes. She made my wedding cake too.
My Mum could sew. When I was growing up she made most of my school uniforms. I always wore handmade clothes. As my Dad was on the short side, she always had to take his trousers up. She made my dresses for my 2 school senior dances and my graduation, one in crushed velvet and one had a boned bodice.
My Mum could do pretty much any craft and she tried a lot of them. Over the years I remember her doing hobbytex, ceramics, macrame, tapestry, crossstitch, tatting, caligraphy, card making, no-sew applique, knitting, crochet. The only craft she didn’t like was long stitch and she wasn’t into patchwork either. She did make me a teddy bear as well. His name is Horatio and I will treasure him forever.
My Mum could also garden and had a very green thumb. She could get most things to grow from a cutting. She grew fruit and vegetables as well as flowers. I will always remember her when I see fuchsia’s, zygocacti or hoyas.
In my eyes she truly was a domestic goddess.