mamaw's hands

Found this photo in my desk drawer this morning and scanned it in. It's been years, five at least, since my grandmother picked up a needle. Maybe when I head up the mountain next week I will take my sewing bag. Last visit, Mamaw didn't know me. I sat and rambled about the weather, the heat. She asked me to count the hummingbirds at the feeder. But now I am visualizing her running those hands over newly made French knots and smiling. Yes, it's the perfect imagining for tonight when I am over-tired (maybe a wee bit cranky but trying to hide it) and misspelling every other word.

Sending you sweet dreams and wishes for a creative tomorrow.


Marni said...

Maybe she'll remember her love for it...and how she shared it with you? Watch her eyes for a spark...I bet there'll be one. :)

Relyn said...

It's been nearly a week now, and I know you will be headed to Mamaw soon. I just wanted to wish you a happy visit.

gina said...

What a beautiful post! Thank you!