My dad’s mom — who we called Tiny Grandma — was quite a talented and crafty woman. Even though she passed away when I was 5 years old, I still feel close to her, and I definitely inherited my love of crafts from her.
This past weekend, my mother gave me a tablecloth that Tiny Grandma embroidered.
Her work is stunning. Everything she did was so delicate and sweet.
She used to draw birthday cards for me with pictures of little girls wearing sun bonnets. The bonnets always covered the girls’ faces because, according to Tiny Grandma, she couldn’t draw faces. She could do just about everything else!
Even though I’ve never tried needlepointing, I’m proud to think that I may have inherited some of her skills and creativity. And I can’t draw faces either. Tiny Grandma would be proud.
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