The Anatomy of a Collection
For Mom, nothing was more joy-filled than her time spent sewing. She was an incredible seamstress who could make magic out of the simplest materials. She was naturally skilled, was constantly developing her craft, and never stopped producing some of the most beautiful clothing and quilts I had ever seen. For that, she was a true hero of mine, and I will never forget, as a child, being lulled to sleep by the hum of her sewing machine in the next room.
My sister and I put off sorting her sewing room, but one sunny winter afternoon, the time finally came. We could no longer ignore the inevitable and started dissecting the
