So my grandmother is pretty sick. She is 91 but things are not looking too good. She is German and the Germans in my family are tough, really tough. But I am thinking she is not so tough anymore. I don't think I am handling it very well. She is the only grandmother that I have known. My other grandmother died when my mom was pregnant with me. Yet feel like I have known both of these women really well. My home and wardrobe are sprinkled with their things, reminders of what type of women they were. China, quilts, needlework, sparkly jewlery. I walk from room to room and feel them, who they were, what they created.
This is the real reason I am drawn to "vintage" things, not because it is a trend or cool. I think each piece of clothing, jelwery, each patch work quilt tells a story. I so want to love and care for the memories of the women that came before me. I think of my grandmother and the hours she spent sewing, quilting, embroidering, crocheting and I want to do the same. We claim we are all to busy to produce work that has that type of craftsmanship, but are we really? My grandmother farmed the farm with my grandfather, raised two children, sewed a new outfit for church every Sunday and there were no "quick" meals for their family...I don't even want to imagine what laundry day was like. But they still had time to do fine needlework? What they didn't have was cell phones, the internet and reality TV. She didn't worry about going to the gym, she still looked great. And how did they always seem to have good hair days?
My favorite picture is the one of my grandmother and grandfather at the beach on their honeymoon. No children yet. No grandchildren yet. Now there are great grandchildren (a lot of them!) Life is magical if you glimpse at it just the right way, isn't it?