Hello, my name is Prudence. I am your regular (if there is a regular) stay at home mom to 5 children. They are 22, 19, 16, 10 and 5. I always wanted 3 girls and that is what the good Lord blessed me with and my 2 oldest are boys. I love having my oldest as sons, I never imagined being the mother of boys because I only have one sister, but I adore having sons (it has been an adventure). I have been married for about 20 years now to the most wonderful husband ever, he really is a blessing in my life.
My mom died when I was 24, my third child was just 6 months old. Being a motherless mother is a bit difficult, but I know there are worse situations so I'm not complaining. I sometimes imagine what my mom would write to me in a letter... Dear Prudence,
I was never taught how to cook, bake or sew, but for some reason I really love to bake and sew. When I want to learn something I usually just dive right in. One day when my oldest daughter was 12, I found her in her room sewing. She was making a new school bag. She had cut out vintage fabrics, and trims all mismatched and put them together to make the most adorable bag. Her nickname is Lolli so we named it a Lollibag.
Lolli showed me how she created the bag and the rest is history. I cut new patterns in different sizes and they have taken new shapes over the last couple years. It is so much fun and now my other two daughters are interested in sewing too. They sit in my sewing room with me and create barbie clothes and "dresses" out of fabric and scraps on the dress form. I want my girls to know they can take care of themselves and create their own business. Whatever they can imagine they can create and sell.
I love sewing with vintage fabrics and vintage buttons. Actually I love ALL vintage. I wonder what kind of home the vintage object started out in, was it happy? Was there children? Was the woman who owned it a stay at home mom? Did she teach her daughters how to make a home? Vintage things just have more meaning to me, they have a story. I hope you enjoy my blog and it makes you think of your own memories.