I'm going to post something pretty and happy today to bump that little pity party down a notch. It was really an attempt to find some humor at my own expense. And I can definitely do that very nicely, even if I botch everything else. It's looking like a lovely Saturday and we are set to work in the garden as a family so all's well that ends well.
My mom brought this amazing quilt top to the family Easter party last week. It's a hand stitched hexagon piece sewn by my great grandmother. It's really quite large and in very good shape. I'm so inspired to keep going with my hexagons now. I might not finish it in my lifetime but she didn't either and I can still run my fingers over her the stitches and remember the feel of her hands in mine.
Similarly, my sister brought a piece of cake to me, made by my other sister far away and I stood at the counter on Tuesday and shoved it in my face and almost cried because I was able to enjoy something she baked with her own hands in her own kitchen. These things, these works of our hands and hearts matter and connect us in a visceral way. I'm so grateful.
My photos don't do her work justice but I was holding a baby in my arms at the time. Well done, Grandma Mary.