NATIONAL CRAFT MONTH

TL MARCH IS NATIONAL CRAFT MONTHI’ll begin this post with a disclaimer:  I am not crafty in any way, shape or form.  I do a little scrapbooking, but it would not win any prizes.  Mama taught me how to embroider, satin stitch and make French knots – and as a young girl I cross-stitched every Precious Moments pattern I could find on to my mama’s sweatshirts with waste cloth.  I embroidered tea towels with my mom.  She had one for every day of the week.  Scratch that…  I had one for every day of the week.  I am the one who dried the dishes.  😉

Those were the days when my eyes worked better.  It’s been years since I’ve done any of that stuff.  My arthritis won’t let me hold a needle anymore either, so it’s too much of a chore to try to cross-stitch or embroider.

I bought a Precious Moments wall hanging the other day for the laundry room.86a7504048b0dfb9495033f8d7c9c406

IMG_0002Pretend that photo is not so blurry!  Yikes – I didn’t think I was that nervous.  :-/

I do appreciate crafts so much.  I have a few hand-made quilts around the house.  The most precious quilt I have is, of course, the one my grandma and mama made.  It’s draped over Grandpa Frank’s rocking chair.  ❤IMG_0004Excuse my blurry photo – I’m not sure if it’s the camera or operator error – maybe a little of both – lol.  The quilt on the right is my very special quilt – the one on the left is one I bought at an antique store.  As you know, I really like bargains – and hold on to your hat – that quilt was $50.00.  It was in a booth that was selling everything not marked FIRM for 1/2 price!  I looked very closely – and the quilt was not marked FIRM.  It was a happy dance moment. 

I love all sorts of crafts – stained glass is so beautiful, especially when the light shines through it.  I enjoyed making my own Longaberger basket at the Homestead in Ohio.  A sweet sister in Christ crocheted me a beautiful throw for cold winter evenings.  I especially like it because I got to choose my yarn for it.

Have you been to Silver Dollar City in Missouri?  When we go there, I try to pick up a hand-made treasure.  One thing that means so much to me is my hand-made vanity from SDC.  For our 20th wedding anniversary, my husband surprised me with it!  What a sweet thing for him to do.  I appreciate craftsmanship, I suppose because my daddy was a master carpenter.  I understand the work involved from start to finish.HAND MADE WITH LOVE

Is it just me, or do you think of the person who made your gift when you see the gift?  I think of them and whisper a prayer.  There’s something so special about people sharing their talents with others.

How will you show appreciation for a crafts person this month?  🙂

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I STILL BELIEVE AS I GRIEVE

I STILL BELIEVE AS I GRIEVE (2)

Always defend your right to heal at your own pace.  You are taking your time.  You are allowed to take your time.  – Unknown

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Isn’t that pretty?

The other day I was at an antique store and spotted some very pretty quilts!  I’m in awe of those who cut material and then sew it back together – of course, it’s a bit more complicated than that.  When I see quilts, my mind goes back in time – to my Granny LaVella.  She was such a sweet soul.  I know heaven is a wonderful place because she is there – and she may be making quilts!

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Granny’s Singer

I remember seeing granny at her Singer sewing machine – one that was very ornate and set on a sturdy and fancy wrought iron stand.  She always had scraps to make a quilt for somebody.  Her ministry was to keep everyone warm!

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We must grieve

Even though she left us so long ago, when I see beautiful quilts I can’t help but go back in time and think about her.  Her quilts were a labor of love and she personalized each and every one by using the recipient’s favorite colors or if possible, she would use some of their old clothing for the quilt scraps!

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That’s a nice pattern

I never learned to quilt and certainly did not gain that knowledge through osmosis…  but I sure do admire and respect the art.  Quilts are so beautiful and a reflection of their maker.  By the same token, my Granny LaVella was so beautiful and a reflection of her Maker.  Thank You, God, that she was my granny!

When I see quilts, taste biscuits, or hear an elderly woman laugh…  it’s like I go back in time for just a few seconds – and she is still here with me.  I miss her – but I know God has so much work for her to do.  I would not want to take her away from Him, but one day I’ll get to see her again.  Love you, Granny LaVella!  🙂