But when my mom thinks "we" can make something, it usually means "me".
So that is why one day I come home from work to find a pattern for an apron and a pile of fabric laying on my bed.
A typical day in the life of Susan The Seamstress.
Now, before I make my Mom sound bad, I DID know about the shower beforehand, and she DID cut it out, and Mom DID offer to help me, but my Stewart pride got in the way and I was determined to make this all by myself!
Now back to the apron:
The basic idea Mom had was to make an apron that the mother could wear whenever she was washing her baby yet keep herself dry. Mom found some gorgeous deep purple terry cloth and a coordinating flannel that we (I) could trace letters out of for the front to add a little extra something.
It's amazing what you can find in the back of your closet! (shhhh! Don't tell!)
So the first thing to do was to make the actual apron; then apply the letters.
For you fashioned my inmost being,
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I thank you because I am awesomely made,
wonderfully; your works are wonders --
I know this very well.
My bones were not hidden from you
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes could see me as an embryo,
but in your book all my days were already written;
my days had been shaped
before any of them existed.
Psalms 139: 13-16 Complete Jewish Bible