Back when my grammy Ruth Wiksten moved into the nursing home, I was the one who got to take home all of her boxes and boxes of sewing supplies, knitting needles, fabrics, etc. (I will probably never have to buy another sewing needle as long as I live!) Sifting through her collection of things and discovering remnants of past projects was inspiring. Her impeccable taste, creative drive, and hard work was evident. Initially it made me sad that she would never need any of those supplies ever again, but now I see it a different way. I'm so lucky because not only am I the recipient of her boxes of supplies, but I'm also the recipient of her knowledge and passion for sewing and creating. She shared by spending afternoons teaching me and guiding me through projects with a loving heart. Although her passion for sewing is no longer a part of her life, she made it a part of mine, so it's not like it's really gone. It's just been transferred. How cool is that?
The other day I was searching for more pins for draping, and I opened one of Grammy's boxes of fabrics (pictured above). I was immediately hit with the scent of her home. I'd had that box for over a year, and all of the fabrics still smelled exactly like Grammy's house! My immediate reaction was to start crying as the memories consumed me. I really miss our time together. I don't know when I'll see her next, but I think of her often. I even have a picture of her in my wallet, ha! It looks like a small school photo, and it was taken a few years ago for her church directory. If my scanner was working I'd show it to you. But this one is nice too--shows off that twinkle in her eye.