Paper Patterns

She was a woman and she was sewing. I remember my grandmother holding my hands the first time I was moving fabric through her sewing machine. Grandma‘s hands first, mine followed. She had worked as a seamstress cutting out patterns for ‘women clothing’ – who is a woman? If I trace back the lines on the paper, I might know who she is. The paper patterns told me, she is an hourglass figure without showing too much skin, of course. Now, I am supposed to be a woman, they say, but struggle to sew the pieces together without her. Do I want to follow her tradition? Really, I desire to be a person, Oma. In loving memory x