I am frequently inspired by memories of my childhood. I remember my mother, (who now designs/owns her own furniture line and store Pure Home in Eveready Square in downtown Frederick, formerly Ann Marie’s Interior Details) was always sewing bedding or drapes, crocheting afghans (it was the 70′s), painting, refinishing or somehow creating something. She stayed home with us and utilized her creativity to save money. Not to mention what ever she did always turned out better than anything we could buy. Turns out you really do somewhat turn into you mother. I am my mom minus the neurotic cleaning thing. My sister is mom minus the always having to be creating thing. Not sure which one is better. I wish I was both.
Mom was really into Raggedy Ann for me. Maybe I reminded her of the character, I don’t recall my sister having anything Raggedy Ann. I had a night light, music box (still have it…it’s in the studio) and when I was 8 she made me a really big Raggedy Ann doll for my birthday. I could have cared less about Raggedy Ann. I remember mom sitting on the deck embroidering her face. I wanted her to do something else. She said she would when she was finished, she was almost done. How many times have I said those words to my children? True to form, I said “I don’t even like Raggedy Ann, don’t bother”. My mom said “I know you don’t care about this now, but one day you will look back and remember me making this for you, and you will love it.” Now that I posses the all knowing mommy power, I don’t really mind the fact that mothers are always right. She actually was pretty cool, mom even embroidered “I love Amy” in her heart.
A few years later I got a baby brother who loved my Raggedy Ann doll. He was so cute I let him play with whatever he wanted, not realizing what his drool would do to her face. She became stained and worn. I know I didn’t throw her out, but I no longer have her. I bet the neurotically clean side of mom is responsible.
Yesterday I decided I must have a tiny Raggedy Ann doll for my newborns to hold. Lucky for me, I too can make just about anything. In the true spirit of Raggedy Ann, I found a few scraps of fabric and yarn and a couple of hours later, voila…
So Mom, if you read this. I would love for you to make me another Raggedy Ann doll. 4 months til my birthday. Of course one of your funky chairs would be cool too. Love you!