During the school holidays I was babysitting all 3 grandchildren.
Usually I only have the littlest Riley for 2 days a week (and Lachlan and Chloe occasionally after school) but as you can see by his little face in the photo below he was sick.
Chloe and Lachlan sat with him on the sofa watching TV. They had my Gran's crocheted rug on their knees.
It got me thinking about my Gran and the influence she had on my life.
Here is a photo of her in the mid 1960's. She died in 1968 when I was 14I visited her nearly every day as she lived just around the corner and had a wonderful relationship with her
She was always busy making something.
She crocheted this lovely rug
I remember her pulling about old sweaters and washing and rewinding the wool to use in the rug. Many a time I sat at her feet with my hands out stretched to wrap the wool.She also made this hexagonal quilt that sometimes lays at the bottom of my bed
Most of the fabrics in this quilt were from clothes that could no longer be repaired, scraps from sewing even the occasional tie. I love looking at it and remembering which fabric came from my own clothes
Such lovely colours
I love seeing her hand stitching.So many memories. She used to have newspaper templates that the fabric would then be hand stitched onto. Then the hexagons would be sewn together . Once it was finished the newspaper would be pulled out.
I beleive that her love of creating influenced me with the crafts I enjoy today
I can only hope that my grandchildren will remember me with as much love as I remember my Gran
