time marches on. . .

I still remember the first time I ever tried knitting something, I couldn’t have been more than five, my grandmother set me down with two needles some thick wool and she cast on probably about 20 stitches – I was going to make a scarf

my scarf zigzagged through the adding on and the losing of stitches. . .but I remember the end product being gorgeous! My granddad wore that scarf proudly around his neck, I was one chuffed little girl

just about every happy childhood memory I have, my grandmother and granddad are present. Whole summer vacations were spent with my grandparents. Making perogy, falling into the backyard goldfish pond head first, making yarn pompoms, paper cutouts and fabric garland.

the many hours spent standing stock still as i was measured, draped in fabric and pinned. then the whiling away of time playing rummy bridge with my granddad as grandma sewed.  With a pattern or without, she sewed.  I’ve managed to save some of the treasures, I still have mum’s wedding dress and for years at Halloween I would wear an outfit grandma made for mum in the 70s.  Halloween night I’d straighten my hair, put on the psychedelic jumpsuit and go as Cher  ;)

I’ve got the pictures of mum and I wearing dresses cut from the same fabric  :)  they say it skips a generation. . .mum can sew, but not willingly. . .I’m learning to sew, gladly

My grandmother passed away peacefully in her sleep today.  Painlessly, at the age of 92.  At home, in her own bed as she had requested.

Kocham Cię babcia z całego serca.