My mother was pretty much a saint! :-) She didn't smoke, cuss or chew, and she didn't run with men who do! :-D Well, actually she did. Daddy was a chewer, and they both, under extreme duress, of course, could be heard to use the occasional "blackguard" (a word to describe a not-so-nice word just a tad shy of an actually curse! :-D), in spite of Daddy being a Baptist deacon and Mom teaching Sunday School.
Sigh! The space between the feathers looks huge in the picture. But it's not. My needleturn applique skills are not up to turning one or, at most!, two threads under for seam allowance.