Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband is going to watch the superbowl, so I was going shopping, since I really don't care about football.  I keep an eye on my alma mater's college team, but that's it.  I discovered my destination, a clothing store I love, is not open, so I'll go to a fabric store I like.  I need mint green fabric for the back of a baby quilt, and once I get in there, I'll oogle the prints and buttons and other stuff.  I love the idea of sewing, even though I'm not really skilled.  Both my parents were in the garment industry, so that world is so comfortable and now nostalgic for me.  My mother could sew anything, and I still swoon at her smocking, embroidery and elegant linings.  She made me a red robe in heavy cotton with smocking on the yoke, and really, I've never seen anything as nice since.  She knitted sweaters and made skirts to match, and with her own clothes, you could never tell if she bought it at a high end boutique or made it.  I'm too impatient and sloppy to be really good, but I'm an admirer of needlework of any kind, and have a small collection of fabrics from around the world.  If a man does this kind of work, he's labeled a design genius, but millions of women create beauty every day for their families, and for a pittance in factories and sweat shops.  My solidarity with them is boundless.