When my kids were little I forbid them to use the word "share". Am I as nuts as you think? Quite possibly. I spent a couple of weeks with my niece and nephew and my boys during summer vacation, while my sister and her husband were on a cruise. Most of the two weeks are a blur... but All I can remember is them all of "them" complaining about each other that " so and so won't share" I got so sick of hearing this, it seemed to be the only words they knew, I forbid my kids to ever say "share" again. They were clever enough, I thought to use a thesaurus and find another word. Why is it that we expect our children to share their toys with others? We, as adults don't. When my brother kept trying to get his kids to share, I challenged him with the idea he share his car with me. NEVER HAPPENED. So sharing sucks. Why am I bringing this up you ask? Well once again, I was at my mother's. I don't know if you all know that my mother and I were once a sewing duo/trio/quartet. She more than I/Us. I was her partner in crime for only three years. When my dad died she decided she wanted to work outside the home, and dumped me ( much like she does now). However, she had been sewing for forty years. She has acquired a number of wonderful little tidbits. Filling a room 20 X 40 feet. Much of these treasures are finding their way to my tiny little home. I just can't part with some of these items. When Leslie showed us her wedding dress a few weeks ago, I thought, "I have that pattern "and the search began. Today I emptied one filing cabinet of patterns, (only six more to go) some I have to keep, and some I recycled. Then I found the mother load. Lace from many a wedding dress. I've been reading Carmi again, and boy do I feel good, she had all those Iris carts with lace. I only have a bit left. I would really love to "share" some of these adventures in sewing with someone but I'm not sure who would be interested. My mother use to tell us old time stories when we sewed late at night just to keep Barb and me awake. My boys always loved to hear about the people she would talk about, and the literal translation always made you laugh hysterically. Like "Johnny Scar" I'm sure he's been in at least one creative writing piece. And HE'LL BE BACK! Photo of my mom and one of the sharing kids, in a Polish Folk costume my mom made for her.