Southern Sisters

I had to write about this experience. My MIL passed away in January and we have been dealing with estate stuff.  I do mean STUFF too! My MIL liked things.

Finally, yesterday, all the stars and planets must have aligned! We found a company that would auction the estate, we had guys lined up to lift, we had a huge Ryder truck and Jim had the day off. My youngest son, Adam, and I spent hours and hours boxing and boxing for the four days prior; we had a case of cold bottled water, ginger ales and snacks all ready.  Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans……  At every turn in this process we’ve had a stumble of some sort. Yesterday was not different. What I thought would take a couple of hours to load and fit into one load took 6 hours and that was only half the stuff. We had to make two trips.

The 2nd load started at 6:oo pm with only Jim, Adam and myself. At just before midnight when arriving to unload this last load of the day the best part started!

We pulled into the sleepy little town of Latta, SC, all pitch dark and I swear the sidewalks were rolled up it was so dark and late. But… low and behold an old train warehouse across the railroad tracks had it’s lights beaming. The doors were wide open and waiting for us. The silhouette of a lady sitting in the opening, rocking in a chair and a second silhouette of a tall man propped up against the door frame was all I could see. I have never been happier to see people waiting on me. We  had lifted, dragged, shoved all day long in 100 degree weather and I wanted this day to end…. to never ever again deal with stuff. When we pulled up an old country song was playing on the radio and the man directed us where to unload. Adam was such a blessing to have along, he was so full of help and optimism, he was the bright spot! He jumped right out of the cab to help unload the bounty!

Jane is one of the Southern Sisters Estate Auctions. Jim and I have talked to many different people/companies on how to go about the process of reducing/estate sales,  and we were referred to The Southern Sisters by  acouple of people and our Local Librarian and Friend, Punkin. I could write a blog just about Punkin… but….Punkin is from Latta also and based on the women I now know from Latta, Hollywood should come and base a movie using Latta women as it’s characters. I felt like I had stepped into a movie, it was surreal, sort of like I was in Steel Magnolias. Once I got out of that truck, Jane met us with a smile and southern charm and comfort. No, I don’t mean the drink, I mean the real thing. Who else would great me with kindness at almost midnight to work????? But here she was!! In the few brief conversatons spoken while huffing and puffing load after load into the warehouse, she gave me a new beginning. Sort of a do-over. The first thing Jane said to me was… “you are a great Daughter-in-law for doing all of this!” I about cried! She didn’t know my MIL.

Then the coolest thing happened, the train lights and bells started. Jane said “oh, now watch this Adam, this might be the Amtrak that shoots through town at about 80 miles and hours!”  Sure enough, this train, (which wasn’t the Amtrak just a long coal pulling train) blazed through town faster than any train I have seen! I think the fact that I was just feet away from the track and that the wind it created about knocked Adam and I over, made it seem even faster. Before we knew it, this load was out of the truck and in the warehouse. I didn’t feel dread or guilt or like I was doing something that I wasn’t supposed to me and going to be haunted for for the rest of my life… I felt like a new start. Even though we still have about another truck and a half load to go…. it’s almost there!! Woo-Hoo!

I felt so good I had to do what I do… I create to celebrate or say what I need to say. I also…. had 30 chef coats to alter and embroider…. so I couldn’t let all those 6″ scraps go to waste!! I sewed them together alternating the seams to create a fabric to make an apron for Jane. 

She was wearing an apron last night it was black with small lettering in a grey and she had her hair tied up in a red bandanna which added to her southern character and charm. SO I had to put some red in the mix!

You can never have too many pockets and an apron without a pocket isn’t really an apron in my option, so one large pocket to dress it up…..

I serged all the pieces together then top-stitched the seams in one direction in a strip fashion. I made several rows of these pieces to equal the dimensions of the width of an apron. To sew the rows together to add the length I staggered the seam allowances as to NOT match up and add bulk.  This is a close up of the “seams” on the side of apron (next to the pocket) to show you the piecing. The red scrap was from cutting up a bandanna for an applicate for a client. The straps at the waist and the neck were pieced in the same manner.

I just made up a big bold Logo for her, because we… just plain old lettering will not do! It has to have some character, to match the character of the woman who inspired the apron in the first place.

I hope she likes this……

Thank you Jane!


2 responses

  1. Oh, Terri, what a great story. I feel like I was there, only not as tired and sweaty as you. The apron looks great and has great hidden meaning—-an apron made of left over “stuff” for the lady who is helping you get rid of MIL’s “stuff.” And you ARE a great daught-in-law!

    1. I know… I thought about that as I was making it!! LOL

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