When I grow up, I think I'd quite like to become my Mum. I think it's already happening as we both have too much crafty stuff, we're both teachers an people think I'm her on the phone. In fact once, years ago, when I was getting ready for school, someone tried to book me for for a day's supply teaching before I could explain I wasn't qualified. She taught me to play the piano, to cross stitch, to knit, to crochet and to shop for bargains in charity shops.
She taught me to read and to love books and she's going to teach me to patchwork with the fabric I bought because it was too pretty. She made curtains for my flat, showed me how to use the sewing machine, and she always knows what to do. She's also got a silly side, which explains these pictures, and probably a lot about me. We chat on the phone for a few hours every week to catch up with things, and she writes to me every week - she has done since I moved away to uni. I love her very much and I don't know what I'd do without her.
Happy Mother's Day Mum,