...that I hail from some incredibly talented women?
I may not have brought it up because I will never sew or quilt at a level that could be compared to my grandmother. Seriously.
I flew home last week to attend my grandmother's funeral. It was a tough trip. One made so much easier because my family is amazing and I thoroughly enjoyed my time catching up with cousins and aunts and uncles.
During the service several of my cousins shared their love of my grandma's stellar cooking. It was true, this woman could cook. While I heard her German Potato Salad mentioned for literally the 12th time, I was privately reflecting on the amazing talent my grandma had as a seamstress and quilter. Of course I should have mentioned it at the service, but I wouldn't have been able to get through speaking, as just typing seems to have me a bit choked up.
Sadly, the only thing I still have is my pillow blanket. And it hardly shows off her talent. But I can tell you this woman was amazing. One year for Christmas she gifted out a massive number of these pillow blankets. Another year, she made every one of us robes. Quilted robes, and by all of us I mean 15-20 of us. It seems like I was very young that year, and obviously I had nearly no knowledge of sewing or quilting at my age, but I remember thinking "How did she make all of these". As a grown up I still wish I had asked her what month she started those twenty robes. Based on my Christmas sewing, I'd imagine May or April right?
One Christmas my grandma made me Barbie clothes. They were beautiful, I remember my favorites being a satin nightgown with matching robe, a fur coat. How she could stitch those little things will baffle me forever. I should have taken sewing lessons from her. A big regret I'll always have. I'll never forget how we joked about her habit of buying bolts of batting.... and here I am a bolt buyer myself.
I spent so much time with my grandma while I was growing up and I have so many wonderful memories.... watching her cook, playing cards, enjoying blueberry pancakes for breakfast, watching her pulling out her good dishes, and about a million other things I remember watching her do with awe.
Even though I'll never have her skill, I'm so happy to have had her influence and love.

