a suitcase full of memories
My Gram Davis was quite a needle-crafter... something that I can appreciate more and more as the years pass. She's the type of person that if she were alive today, I can imagine her selling at craft shows and fairs, and even, I dare say, on one or even various online venues. Because you see, she actually did make things and sold them; aprons and baby shoes and the like. Sadly, I remember very few details - I was young and paid it no mind, although I remember her making dresses and pj's for my three brothers, my sister and I.
What will I do with a suitcase full of vintage needlework patterns? Yes, I will keep them- how can I not? I am too sentimental for my own good. I take them out every now and again and sort through them, and how could I resist making an apron from one of her patterns? I think she would be pleased that I'm following in her footsteps, enjoying these same things she liked very much to do.
As I write this post, it brings tears for the "if only's" - if only I would have paid more attention, if only I had been more interested, if only I would have listened better. You know how it goes... the questions that cannot be asked or answered. I think they would sound sort of like this; who taught you how to sew and do needlework or have you always enjoyed it since you were a little girl? Well, no matter. Besides her patterns, I have few more of her vintage (to me) sewing and crafting things, but more importantly, I have some memories.