Back in the day…

So okay, I love my grandma.  She is literally the queen bee of my family, like the Godfather – except she’s Asian, maybe 4’10”, at most 95 pounds – but when she talks, everyone listens.  When there are problems, big decisions to be made, drama…everyone goes to her.  She’s the hub.  But don’t get it twisted, when you think of grandmas you think milk and cookies – oh no, not my grandma.  She believes in tough love, her words will cut you, she will hit you with the broomstick if she feels you deserve it (you can ask my brother).  She’s not the kiss-the-boo-boo type of grandma, she slaps on the bandaid and tells you “stop crying you’re not dying, grandma doesn’t like cry babies” (you can ask my daughter this one).  She’s wise, she’s gone through some stuff, and when anything unknown comes up it’s always – “well ask Grandma”.  There are 5 living generations on that side of my family, my daughter being the youngest, then me, my father, my grandmother and my great grandmother.  While we don’t see her often, I do love when my daughter gets to visit with her great-great grandmother.  And my little one in fact has 4 great grandmothers alive.  Anyhow, there are alot of years there.

So a while back, grandma called me since she knows I sew, I sell stuff, I sell vintage stuff – and asked if I wanted to come by and grab some things from her closet that she no longer wanted.  She said maybe I could make a few dollars out of them.  So we went through the bags, and it was touching to see a soft side of her as she reminisced with me about time periods of her life that she wore those clothes.  Pointing out her favorites, telling me about places she’d gone – my grandfather (who has long since passed) of course in the military these stories included Panama, Germany, the States…I almost didn’t want to take the clothes, but she insisted.  She said she had no need for them anymore.

It’s for sure that I can’t fit the clothes and I don’t have the heart to cut them up.  It was hard finding models who could get the buttons buttoned up or zippers zipped up because she is such a tiny woman.  But they say great things come in small packages.  Vintage items have so much history.  Its great to think someone else might be able to enjoy the life these clothes have lived.

 

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New home…

My mom and I have this thing…when we’re at the craft fair we tend to get separation issues when our items sell.  Does this happen to you?  You put a lot of thought, time, work and mostly love into everything you make.  And while thrilled that someone loves it as much as you do, that only means you have to let it go.  We joke about it, but it’s so true – especially when my mom makes those really cute sock animals that she makes.  Anyhow, I did a few project recently for a friend of mine, and this past weekend I got to go to her house (to pick up more projects to work on!) and got to see the new home of the things that I spent many late nights working on at my sewing machine.  Needless to say, they look so different in the environment they were made for, than on my living room floor, haha.  I was thrilled at how lovely everything turned out.  And, on top of that, I got a lot more work out of it.  Between my full time job, my part time job, taking little kira to Karate classes, being a Girl Scout Leader for my daughter’s troop and trying to run a side business – I really need to get moving here.  The holidays are going to be here before you know it, I mean look – it’s already JUNE!

At least I know that it will be going to a lovely new home, as we know all our things do.  It’s nice to see the love you put into something being loved, used and enjoyed by someone else.  After all, what other reason is there?

 

My workspace (aka living room floor): Custom cushion cover, matching dual sided pillows, contrasting orange pillows with piping:

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NEW HOME:

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Custom lined curtains for little girls bedroom:

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