The Most Important Question

Last night I dreamed I had a visit with my maternal grandma. Not the non- sewer with the sewing machine. This grandma was an obvious sewer with a sewing room filled with bright and loud 70's and 80's polyester fabric. I have a shirt that she made for me that my almost 5 year old wears now. In my dream, the only question I had for her is what kind of stitch she used in the collar of that shirt. Not only did I not ask her the meaning of life or any other questions saved for those who have gone before, the dream didn't last long enough for me to hear the answer to the seam question.