Sewing Up My Day

Sewing badges on Charlotte’s Brownie vest today brought back memories of my own Brownie days. While three-quarters of those memories are good, the ones that come to mind are not at all pleasant. I won’t bore you with the details, but know that sixty years later, the memory is still fresh. Over time, I have learned to let it go. The life lessons from those unpleasant memories were key to my subsequent promise to make any child I ever come in contact with feel welcome.

Allowing grace for other people after they have consistently exhibited meanness toward others is something I have to consciously work at. I feel blessed that people with a mean streak are exceedingly rare in my day-to-day life, possibly because I don’t allow them space in my life.

All of this to say, who knew that sewing badges for six hours would emotionally drain me? I am calling it an early evening, taking my latest Louise Penny (Armand Gamache series Book 5) novel, and crawling under the covers to escape to the fictitious Canadian town of Three Pines, where everyone is a bit quirky. My kind of people.