My grandmother is visiting for a few weeks. She is one of the most amazing people I know, and one of the most experienced craftspeople. (Which reminds me to ask her to show me how to crochet.) These days she paints, writes, gardens, reads, and works on her scrapbooks, which she's been keeping since 1935.
Over the years she's worked with dried flowers, ceramics, tole painting, mosaics, needlepoint, quilling, crochet, glass, tile, macrame, candle-making...I know I'm forgetting some, but if you can think of a craft, she's probably tried it at least once.
I love these two photos of her. I'm guessing the first one was taken around 1930 and the one with the car in the late 30s. She always dressed really nicely (great hat, isn't it?) and still won't go out without her hairbrush. It's the little things, you know. Fashion before comfort, I always say!
Now she is 88 and has slowed down only in the last couple years. Until very recenly she could run circles around me--and this after being a working mother, raising four boys, seven grandchildren, and nine great-granchildren. She says she has "lazyitis." When I remind her that she is 88, she doesn't seem to think that's it. "I'm just lazy!" she says.
But I don't think that's it at all. And I still think she has the most beautiful hands.
Chortled by Obsidian Kitten at 3:57 AM