GRANDMA'S GIFT

About 44 years ago my Grandmother bought a then normal set of drawers when my sister was born. These drawers used dovetail joints and real wood. They stood the test of time until I was born, when as we shared a room we shared the drawers.

Over time they were painted in various colours and when I left home I inherited them. When my son was born they were made to match his nursery and as he grew were decorated with his own hand prints. And still they stood steadfast and sturdy as other 'build it yourself' drawers came and went to the big drawer in the sky.

Despite the travels of a now military family set of drawers they remained intact.

Now once again they have a new identity and have passed along to my daughter, this time with patch work decorpage and handknit handles....who knows what their next incarnation will be, but no doubt at this rate they will pass on to the next generation

GRANDMAS LEGACY

(Quick sketch I did of Grandma from a photograph)

I guess it all began with grandma...

My earliest memories are of sunday afternoons at Grandma and Grandads......in a small bungalow in a small village in West Yorkshire........

We would spend it eating meat or tuna sandwiches and have tinned fruit and cream..........

My sister and I would pass the time always being creative, either colouring or painting or making models, once I remember she was decorating and we got to draw on the bare walls before the new paper went up.......

This is where I remember my Grandad sitting patiently with yarn wrapped around his hands while Grandma spun it into a ball....I also remember her 'knitting stool'! I was the smallest and therefore it was my place , my very own seat and I loved it! It was soft and just my height (just like goldy locks) It was padded to sit on with no arms to allow the user no annoying arm catching incidents and padded so you could stick a pin or two in it. It also had a secret box underneath (magical when you are 6!) which was to store all the knitting gear in the world.

It was at Grandmas when I was 6 that she taught me how to knit and crochet and I was hooked, pardon the pun.

I later inherited her knitting equipment, which I imagine is now truely vintage........