On this beautifully drizzly day, I sit in my sewing room, getting ready for the fashion show at the Blue Lady on the 26th, and I'm reminded and inspired by thoughts of my grandmother. I am surrounded by fabric, some of which was handed down from her. Just a few quilting pieces and old yarns.
I can still remember her sewing room. A small room off the kitchen in the back of her old farmhouse. I remember how it smelled, and to this day I can be at an estate sale at an old house and a smell will trigger memories of my grandmother and her things.
I have her and my mother to thank for this curse of creativity that has made it intolerable for me to have a 9-5 real job. It's not in my DNA to sit in an office.
But here I sit. (My blog is usually handwritten on real honest to goodness paper before I type it into my laptop) We're getting a summer's worth of rain, finally, all in a span of 4 days, but I love it. Rain inspires me, comforts me and makes me reminisce. I always have Ruby and Pearl, the dogs and usually 2 or more cats in this room with me while I sew. Another comfort. An old stuffed chair sits in the corner with a chenille cover, but it's empty because the kitties prefer to snuggle in a box of old lace. Just like me.
Baby Morgan sitting in the chenille chair because a picture of a chair just isn't that interesting. |
So I will create today in the rain with a cup of tea, the buzz of the sewing machine, and memories of my gramma, Emma Zoa Morgan. So grateful. I mean sew grateful. :)
No comments:
Post a Comment