So, on Sunday, my little family spent the afternoon at my mom's house, and my Grandma is visiting for the month, "drying out her bones", as she says. (She lives in Seattle.) I was working on a quilt for a friend, and I brought it to show my Grandma, so I could get a little pat on the back from an amazing lady who has passed on her blanket-making-passion to me. Well, we got all motivated, and I started putting all my individual blocks together, arranging them, and she started picking them up and pinning them, getting them ready to go through the machine!
With my kids playing in the other room with family members, I was given the gift of sewing for an afternoon with my Grandma! And the ironic thing is, she was my assistant. Instead of the days of yore, where I would be picking out the next square to go in the quilt, she was dutifully picking up the next block in the pattern, and pinning it, right sides together, and making sure the block was facing the right way.
Sometimes we talked. Sometimes we didn't. Sometimes we commented on the chaos happening in the other room. I got the top almost finished, with her help. And it was a really big treat to sew with my Grandma who I don't get to see often enough.
Grandma with my little Marshall on her 90th birthday!
Awww, what a sweet time- can't wait to see your quilt top!!
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