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My fabric of life is getting worn, and threadbare

While I try to minimize the wear, and tear

The shards of jagged glass flung at me

Unsuspectingly from those who I thought were my friends

Is sometimes more than I can bear

Life is a struggle at best of times

Thorns and needles adorn my way

Brushing them aside I tread the treacherous path

Trying to keep the harm at bay



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Both women were sisters in law married to two brothers. F was married to the eldest brother, while M had married the youngest. They took to dressing alike, and in no time they looked real sisters. 

They loved shirts patterned with large flowers, or graphic designs. This made them look over weight more than they actually were. It was written in our fate to meet at a fabric store from time to time, sometimes sooner, at other times more than a year.

I always forgot the older lady’s own name although her husband’s name never did the disappearing act from my memory. Both put too much make up onto their faces. They used the identical shade of lipstick –the color red, with eyes rimmed in black. 

They came to offer condolences on my husband’s death. They had changed in the few years we didn’t meet. No more identical copies of each other, they looked slim and smart. Their clothes looked elegant. They wore soft colors, and their make up was subtle. A change that made me blink at them, not recognizing them at first glance among the swarming people who came to our home. I was mentally floating in a sea of sorrow. It must have been a reason too.

It was a radical change!




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Money was tight in the initial stages of my marriage. My  (late) husband R was supporting his brothers with their education, and giving household expenses to his mother. My father in law had two wives. My own mother in law needed money to run her home, and she would turn to R when she needed something. Whatever little money R give me, I had to make do with it, and try to last it the whole month. That meant there was almost no money to spend on clothes. The children were growing, and their need was greater than mine. 

I learnt sewing on my own — the way I learnt everything else. I learnt to make my children clothing from magazines. As with sewing the first thing which was mentioned was the grain of a fabric. What did it mean? Had no idea.

Grain is an essential element to know when sewing with woven fabrics. If you go against the grain, it causes the fabric to pucker and stretch. The clothes made won’t fit correctly, or hang in a funny way.

When sewing pants, fabric grain is very important. When you don’t look for the grain the seams may twist to the front, or back. Same thing happens with pillow covers, you have to cut them according to the grain of the fabric.

I did sew my children, and my own clothes for a long time— till there was enough money to stop doing so. At a later period (there wasn’t any need for it), I enrolled in a sewing class to learn properly the intricacies of sewing. There is one regret. I left my sewing notes in my daughter’s home, and she promptly lost them. 

Daily Prompt: Grain

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