lemon pie and memories
Apr. 15th, 2008 09:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
athenagreyEnjoy a piece of lemon meringue pie today. It was my mother's favorite.
Even with a year to think about it, I find it difficult to write about her in a way that describes the sweet and creative person that she was. I end up making long lists, and I suppose that's indicative of something. She was good at so many things.
She was a costumer by trade, working first for a ballet school, and ultimately switching to Elizabethan/Shakespearean works when she opened her own studio. I have several gowns that she made, and really must photograph them to share with you. She taught me how to sew and I worked with her for several years and learned so much.
The garment district was her playground, and she loved going in and out of the cluttered little stores, looking for the perfect piece of fabric for the next costume, always buying at least ten yards of it, 'just in case.'
She always claimed she was shy, but in reality she shied away from conflict. Yet, she was a firm believer in the 'principle of the matter' and wouldn't back down. She was just firm and quiet about it. For a petite lady, she could be quite imposing. She had a soft voice and a British accent overlaid by the broad 'a' and soft 'r' from living in Massachusetts.
Well, that's something better than a list. I feel that I've been able to honor her memory by sharing these few words.
Even with a year to think about it, I find it difficult to write about her in a way that describes the sweet and creative person that she was. I end up making long lists, and I suppose that's indicative of something. She was good at so many things.
She was a costumer by trade, working first for a ballet school, and ultimately switching to Elizabethan/Shakespearean works when she opened her own studio. I have several gowns that she made, and really must photograph them to share with you. She taught me how to sew and I worked with her for several years and learned so much.
The garment district was her playground, and she loved going in and out of the cluttered little stores, looking for the perfect piece of fabric for the next costume, always buying at least ten yards of it, 'just in case.'
She always claimed she was shy, but in reality she shied away from conflict. Yet, she was a firm believer in the 'principle of the matter' and wouldn't back down. She was just firm and quiet about it. For a petite lady, she could be quite imposing. She had a soft voice and a British accent overlaid by the broad 'a' and soft 'r' from living in Massachusetts.
Well, that's something better than a list. I feel that I've been able to honor her memory by sharing these few words.
