
I’m one of those late “baby boomers”. My mother, a stay at home mom, was an excellent cook; not a gourmet cook, but she produced tasty and nutritious meals. However, she did not sew. Oh sure, she could sew on a button or hem a skirt or shirt sleeve, or mend a minor tear, but she did not own a sewing machine and didn’t want to own one or know any more than she did about sewing.

I chose “The Goose Mother” as a handle for myself. It comes from my daughter transposing “Mother Goose” into the Goose Mother. When she wanted to be read stories from this particular book she would ask for stories by the Goose Mother. The picture on the front cover of the book of an elderly woman riding a harnessed, oversized goose fascinated her. Not sure why she transposed the words, tho’.
I enjoy sewing and crocheting actively, although most of the other needlework crafting holds interest for me, there just isn’t enough time, so I am obliged to narrow it down to what I can handle.
I’ve always been fascinated at how our subconscious operates. In the mid 1980s, I read about Elias Howe’s dream presenting the answer to a logistical problem he was encountering during the process of his invention. Here’s a brief summation about Elias Howe, his dream, and the invention of the sewing machine.