Most Sunday afternoons you can find me at my mother's, sitting around her dining room table that is much too big for the small breakfast nook in her apartment. We usually spend a few hours every Sunday sewing together. It's a cozy Sunday and quiet Sunday afternoon, the loudest noises coming from the steady whir of our sewing machines. We have to slide and shuffle around one another to use the ironing board or get a re-fill of unsweet tea (something I learned to love because of my mother). I usually sew a few sets of cloth napkins for my etsy shop while my mother is busy hemming a pair of pants for one of her sisters, moving a button for someone at work, or sewing up a hole in someone's favorite sweater. When she isn't working on those small projects for other people, my mom is learning how to quilt. This year, she decided that she wanted to learn how to quilt. She finished her first quilt that was covered in daisies in time for Aunt Bobbie's birthday. By mid Apri