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pingtsai
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My mom, Queen of Craftiness

Going back home to visit is like being sucked into a time warp.  I'm brought back to the days when my parents nagged me about getting enough sleep, enough to eat and enough to wear...even when it's 80 degrees out. 

I'm reminded of the time when my mom's craftiness was nothing out of the ordinary for me, revealing itself in my daily wear...a custom sewn plaid shirt or a hand crafted book bag.  The best quality about the items was also the least desireable one too.  One could marvel in the uniqueness of the hand crafted designs, the materials used and the slightly off-matching colors and trims.  For a 7 year old however, uniqueness is a downfall, especially when everyone else has a Disney licensed back-pack. 

Now I go home and marvel at my mom's creations, which are a part of who she is, in whatever quirky, offbeat, backwards way that is.  They make me smile and give me pride - that my mother's unique fixins make her unique.  And I get it.  She came from a time when the shoes on one's feet were the only pair one owned and people left the dinner table with tummies that weren't full, and not on purpose.

Give me that book bag now and I'd carry it proudly...