Story of a Creative Soul and the Love of a Grandmother

ME AND MY GRANDMA....

  At 1 year old I lost my Mother to the dreaded disease of cancer.  My Father was quite young and we moved in with my Grandparents during Mom's illness and after her death. My Grandmother, who was a sweet loving soul, devoted herself to her home and helping to raise me.

I loved my Grandmother dearly.  She taught me many things.  The love of nature, with her love for gardening flowers, birds and furry creatures (she loved cats). Grandma always had a big garden with never a weed to be found.  She taught me How to bake and cook. (My favorite thing was licking the bowls.) :)  First and formost, she taught me what true love and sacrifice are.

Grandma was a creative soul and she shared that love of creativity with me.  She sewed, embroidered, crocheted, drew and painted.  I had a closet full of lovely dresses which she handmade for me.  My favorite was a little gray, wool jumper.  She embroidered a bunny on the bottom which she first drew the pattern for.

Spending my days with Grandma, when I was a child, grew my desire to make and create.  I often sewed little doll clothes with a needle and thread.  My cousin and I would spend countless hours making little dresses and playing with our dolls.  We created our little wardrobes using Grandmas scraps from sewing and digging through her treasured button collection.  Those were the days...Simple and carefree....

My creativity has now turned into my business and it is what I do every day.  The saying goes "If you work doing something you love, you will never have to work another day in your life"...This is true.  No matter how much time and work I put into my creative endeavors, I enjoy every moment.  Thank you to my Grandma for planting this seed to make all things new.....

I love you Grandma!  Linda