Lessons from a housewife…

My 88 year old mom (I think she will be 89 on the 2nd) lives in an upscale senior living community in a Maryland suburb of Baltimore with her husband of 13 years.  A few years after my dad died, mom went to a high school reunion and reconnected with someone she dated in HS, and within the year they were married.  A fairytale in her mid 70’s.  No one thought that they’d both still be alive 13 years later.  I know my mom gets frustrated, her eyes aren’t what they use to be, she barely quilts anymore, and her arthritis in her hands keeps her from doing many of the crafts she loved, but she is safe in her little apartment with her husband, and they go up to the center a couple times a day for companionship and fabulous meals.  ( I can attest to the quality of the food, better than most restaurants I eat in…)

Anyway, mom usually calls me Saturday mornings.  Oddly I didn’t hear from her and I worried.  I know they are on severe lock down in her facility, no one is allowed to leave their apartment except for medical issues, physical therapy, doctors appointments, etc.  They get meals delivered, and can supplement with groceries, which my beloved sister, who lives about 45 minutes away from them delivers whenever mom asks.  My sister can no longer even bring them to her door, she must leave them with the staff at the center and the staff delivers them to my mom.  

Anyway, last evening around dinner time, I called my mom to see how she was doing under lock down.  It was the brightest and most confident voice that greeted me on the other end, I almost didn’t recognize her voice.  She was cheery and chipper and when I asked how things were going, expecting to hear sad tales of how hard it is to be quarantined, she was all over the situation, taking charge and doing what she has done best for most of her adult life.  

Mom was married at 19, in an era when the goal for most women was to marry, raise a family and care for that husband and family with everything you had.  It was her job, it was her only job, and she did it exceptionally well, I never heard a complaint from her, she was a master at keeping a spotless house, keeping three nourishing meals on the table within a tight budget, making all of our clothes until we could make our own, and even sewing all of the drapes and slipcovers when necessary.  My dad wanted for nothing.

My mom now lives in a center where meals are provided, housekeeping services and laundry in their apartment are provided, and none of the things that defined her for most of her life are needed anymore.  I never really thought about that, sort of like really retiring and having all those things available to you, must be, I don’t know, the ultimate reward?  Maybe not…

So imagine my shock when mom was telling me with all of the enthusiasm of a 60 year old, not an 88 year old, that meals are now delivered, she makes sure they always include the soup, which she then stores for the next day, and with half a sandwich each, she can make lunch for both of them.  She now has to clean her own apartment, because sending in housekeeping is too risky.  She was all over that, “I clean one room a day, very manageable.”  She told me that they deliver the bed linens now, but they can’t come in and make the bed, but that’s not a problem.  She certainly knows how to make a bed.  I have this vision of my mom saying, “Hold my beer, I’ve got this…”

I’m really proud of my mom, she has amazing life skills, and even at 88, she knows how to be organized and work with what she has.  I have been haunted by her enthusiasm and her ability to take charge of a situation and have replayed her upbeat and confident conversation many times in my head.  I want to be her when I grow up.

As long as I stay away from the news and social media, I actually can function as if life is moving forward.  I’ve always been the kind of person who does best with intense pressure.  Probably my most creative award winning fabric was designed the week my husband was dying, because I was so desperate to do anything to distract me from the tragedy that had befallen my family, I grabbed yarn off the shelf and turned on the computer and designed like my life depended on it.  In a way it did.  (You can buy the draft on my website, click here.)  The piece is called Chaos.

I’ve said in the last couple of blogs, that in all of this chaos right now, death toll in NJ is up to 4,200, that I’m very very grateful for the gift of time and the ability to stay hidden in my lovely studios and 1) Make stuff, and 2) Work feverishly on digitizing as many patterns as I can before the quarantine ends, travel starts again, or I actually succumb to this virus.  The bias top is up on the site, the vest with armhole bands is almost ready to launch.  Just waiting on final edits on the directions.  I hired a friend, who has written sewing manuals and edited a sewing magazine, to proof all of my documentation.  She is thorough and sharp.  I feel like I have a great team on this, and my daughter is just miraculous, even though she gets really cranky when I tell her stuff still isn’t perfect.

We started this weekend on the dress.  The directions are into the third rounds of edits before they go out to the proofer, and we just did the second round of edits on the pattern.  

And I took all the leftovers from the dress I talked about in my last blog post, and cut out a motorcycle vest.  The leather was a bit challenging, and I made a major mistake this morning, connecting the wrong edge of the armhole bands together.  With leather there are no mistakes.  Fortunately I had enough leather left to re-cut the right armbands.  I was annoyed with myself.  I told a friend that I’m use to making stupid silly mistakes that can easily be fixed, but I rarely if ever make mistakes that cost me fabric, especially leather.  I was dwelling too much on my conversation with  mom?

Anyway, I finished the vest this evening, except for anchoring the leather facings inside, so they don’t move around, that has to be done by hand.  And it is wonderful.  I tried on the original again, as I was starting to sew this one together and realized that I’ve put on a few pounds, oops, and so I tweaked some of the seams to give me a squish more.

Though I’m hiding in the basement, I’m still able to connect with people, there is this blog of course, I cherish all of your comments.  The board of directors for my guild was able to meet, virtually (I’m the treasurer so on the board as well), we used Zoom and I gotta say, I really liked the format.  We had a preprinted agenda, we followed it, I didn’t have to drive 45 minutes to the president’s house, and sit and look at delicious baked goods and dips and cheese and crackers for the 3 hour meeting and try to show some self restraint.  I sat looking at the computer with my tea, might have had a little wine, and we accomplished what we needed to do.  

I also had a Zoom date with my 81 year old musician friend, we set up our phones near our music  stands and played recorder music together.  It wasn’t the same as in person, but it was great to play with another person.  And last night, we ordered chicken bacon ranch pizza from the local restaurant in town, they are doing pick up and delivery only, and the driver came, left it on the porch, and it was the best pizza I’ve ever eaten, I enjoyed that so very much, and the margaritas we made helped a lot!

I’m sure my house isn’t as clean as my mom’s, and I really have to get outside and pick up all the dog poop, it is getting bad out there.  But I vacuumed my bedroom this morning, and cleaned my toilet and sink.  And I keep the kitchen clean as I go.  The kids, well, their standard of cleanliness and order is very different from mine.  They are much more their dad, so sometimes it is a battle, but I feel like I was trained by the best, and I’m embracing this, because of course my housekeeper can’t come and clean, but I’ve got this…

Stay tuned…

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Elizabeth Bryan
Elizabeth Bryan
April 19, 2020 9:12 pm

Your mom sounds amazing. 🙂

elizabeth
elizabeth
April 20, 2020 2:09 am

Good on mum, she now has a reason to live, my mum decided that no one really needed her any more at 82.Shetold my sister and i she would be dead within the ye,ar, she was.I it was what she wanted she was missing dad ,and even 11 children and 30 grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren was not an incentive to live. My youngest sister had decided at 40 to get married at last another sister at 56 knew she was not going to marry ,mums decision was right for her.But oh we miss her.she lived in her own home… Read more »

marlene toerien
marlene toerien
April 20, 2020 2:39 am

Your mom is wonderful, and I am glad she has some one in her life

Peggy Bowman
Peggy Bowman
April 20, 2020 6:12 am

What a beautiful, thoughtful, inspiring story about your Mom. We choose how we react to events. What a great lesson she’s taught everyone who’s read your blog. Thank you Daryl for sharing this. BTW, your storytelling is as skilled as your designing and sewing, and just as lovely.

JoAnne Tuffnell
JoAnne Tuffnell
April 20, 2020 7:31 am

I love your mom! And you painted such a grand testimony to her life and personality-beautiful! No wonder she raised such an energetic, enthusiastic, artistic daughter.

Betty Harris
Betty Harris
April 20, 2020 7:36 am

Thank you, Daryl, for sharing your mom. You are a force of nature yourself. I think you may have achieved your goal of “being like her when I grow up”. Stay well.

Pat Gamsby
Pat Gamsby
April 20, 2020 8:01 am

I often get to read these but rarely comment-this made me smile. Your amazing daughter will probably shoot me for pointing out that she is actually highly trained in picking up dog poop 😉 We do miss her here-but I am happy that she is getting to do another thing that she loves and is amazing at, and that you are all pretty safe. Hugs to you all, and the furkids too…

judy
judy
April 20, 2020 8:27 am

My thoughts wander to my ‘old’ family life where I am more child than adult. I recalled a baked cookie my mom baked (something I never thought about) and I set about to bake them. Isolation brings back the good times and the loved. Nice to have lived long enough to appreciate our parents and not ‘blame’ them. Loved reading your recollections.

Dara
Dara
April 20, 2020 10:26 am

What a LOVELY post! I Enjoyed reading about you Mom.

Nancy Weber
Nancy Weber
April 20, 2020 11:01 am

Loved the updates on your Mom — she definitely gave you good genes and attitude about how to handle adversity. The leather jacket looks wonderful and I look forward to seeing you wear it someday! Stay well, and the kids can pick up the poop outside — everyone enjoys the dogs, don’t they? Hugs, Nancy

Carla
Carla
April 20, 2020 11:02 am

Your new blog posts are always the emails I click first. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and photos. They are even more meaningful in times of full blown crazy. Stay safe and healthy!

Linda
Linda
April 20, 2020 11:22 am

I always love hearing about your activities and life. Thanks for sharing. Like your mom, you are amazing. This is my year of creating clothing out of hand-woven fabric and your videos are a wealth of information. We can get through this.

Deborah Chiarucci
Deborah Chiarucci
April 20, 2020 12:57 pm

Yay for your mom. So inspiring. I hope you will continue to teach somewhere in the future we cannot yet see. I am getting ready to ‘protire’ and hoping relearn to sew decently. Stay safe.

Randi
Randi
April 20, 2020 2:31 pm

You always make me smile while I read your blog posts. You are very much like your mom. and as I hear it so are your kids. Thanks for sharing – you cherish the comments and your blog posts make me happy.

Yvonne Madsen
Yvonne Madsen
April 20, 2020 9:53 pm

So happy to hear about your Mom and her great attitude. And you, too! I’m enjoying my time at home (introvert here) and have been far more productive than usual.

Amy
Amy
April 21, 2020 7:57 am

What a lovely blog to find. Your story about your sweet mom is so familiar, it made me tear up. Thank you for sharing. Oddly, I discovered an old post of yours on Pinterest when I acquired my first structo loom a couple of months ago in a thrift shop in California. Thank you so much for your information. I look forward to reading past entries.

Meg Wilson
April 22, 2020 10:04 pm

Love the biker vest: very classy. I normally hate zippered fronts but that one is just perfect! Why can’t your housekeeper come? Ours does: she called the first day of the mask requirement to make sure, but I know how careful she is. And we are careful too: we have lunch out on the patio and use the time she is there to take a walk or work in the yard. Then Fred bleaches all the doorknobs, just in case. I am carefully warping my extreme pastels (10/2) to make a Vogue Shift (circa 1960’s?) into a tunic. I figure… Read more »

Alice Sharick
Alice Sharick
May 9, 2020 10:51 am

Your mom sounds amazing! Good for her!

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