I was just reading The Pioneer Woman..who we all know rocks amazingly and I would love to do half the stuff she pulls off. She posted about her Ga-Ga. (Her grandmother)
Ok, its been more than a year. But I'm still sitting here a big weepy mess. As I said when I got that letter, the extra cash is nice but I'd rather have Granny. Granny telling me I've ruined my hair, Granny telling my stick thin cousin its a good thing she's getting married because she's getting hippy. Granny showing me how to crochet once again and doing half a scarf while "going slowly so I can see".
I make stuff. Alot of stuff, costumes, baby blankets, banners for churchs, stoles for minsters, more costumes, clothes for my kids, aprons, stuff for the local kiddie art school. And I do it all on her sewing machine. She bought it the year she moved to Canada, with my mum, uncle and aunt in tow. My other uncle was born here in Canada.
I got the machine about 10 or so years ago. She couldn't lift it out of its desk anymore. Believe me, its a heavy sucker too. I think it would sew through concrete if I needed it to.
I love my sewing mchine, but I'd rather have Granny.
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My grandmother taught me to knit. All my Christmas recipes are her recipes. My every crappy New Year's Eve gets held up to be compared to the ones she always threw--and they never compare. It's not the same without her.
And hang onto that old sewing machine. I have a vintage Janome and I will never give it up. They don't make them like they used to!
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