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This is a picture of the curtains I made for my daughter’s breakfast room. Look closely at the picture, then read the story below.

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My mother was an awesome seamstress. I like to think I took after her, but I know I’ll never be as good as she was. Mom passed away when I was 20.

About six years after her death, we bought a new house and I needed new curtains for the living room. Now this was way back in the early seventies and times were lean. I couldn’t afford to buy new curtains, so I went to a mill outlet store that Mom used to visit and bought the material to make curtains. I even bought lining material.

I measured and cut the material for my curtains, then realized I didn’t know how to do the sides and hem to give them a finished look. I stewed over it all day and finally gave up. That night in a dream, my mom came and showed me exactly how to fold the material to make the finished curtains. I got up the next morning went to my machine and her method worked perfectly.

Now, you might say that isn’t a ghost story and you’re right. It isn’t. But that isn’t the ghost story, this is. Those of you who have been following my feed have seen the curtains I just made for my daughter. She came down and helped me with the cutting, ironing and removing pins. She doesn’t sew.

Anyway as we sat at the table folding the side of the curtain panels she asked me about the red velvet curtains that were in our home when she was about 6 or 7 years old. I told her the little story above as she sat across from me at the table. When I pulled the last length of material across the table to finish pinning the side hem, there at the end were three perfectly placed pins in a perfectly folded hem. The pins were not there when we spread the material and I was working from the hem end to the top.

Momma was watching and wanted us to know she was still there to help.