Years later, in high school, my mom retired and began sewing gift bags and quilts late into the night. Her crafting room was adjacent to my bedroom, so I would hear the murmur of the television and the rhythm of her Singer. Sometimes I couldn't sleep if she wasn't nearby or I couldn't see the sliver of light beneath the door.
Fast-forward 10 years (haha, it's reunion year, so it really has been that long). I have my own little girl to play at my feet while I work. The only difference is she needs silence to sleep. When she goes down for the night, so does my sewing machine.
In other news: Happy Birthday to my father-in-law, 71, today!