I come from a line of crafters:
My mother sews, crochets, paints, draws, designs jewelry, etc. Every formal gown that I ever wore to proms and college dances were handmade by her. She's an amazingly talented woman. The one thing I didn't inherit from her are my artistic skills. I can't draw or paint worth a flip.
My grandmother sewed and made jewelry. She was also a very crafty woman. Feisty too. The only person that I've ever known to tell a pastor to kiss her a**. You should have seen my eyes bug out of my head at that one!
Here's the one that I specifically want to tell you about today though.
My great aunt. Tatter, quilter and crocheter extraordinaire. I never saw the lady without a needle of some sort in her hands. There's no telling how many miles of afghans that she made. Somewhere in my attic is a couch back cover that she crocheted of granny squares. It's a particularly amusing piece. The colors are brown, green and yellow. Except for about two inches that are in your face RED where she ran out of the proper color yarn. This woman was from the "waste not want not" generation. She saved every scrap and used them whenever the opportunity arose.
One project that she got absolutely right though, was her crocheted teacups.
Look how dainty these are:
Aren't they lovely?
They live on a book shelf in my bedroom now. They sit on the lowest shelf so that The Youngest can have tea parties with them. Wouldn't she be tickled to know that her Great nephew was playing with them now?
Let's hope that all us crafters leave such a legacy behind.
