my Mom handed me this worn and torn cigar box the other day.
i immediately said..."that was Grandpa Herb's!" yes, Grandpa Herb was a cigar
smoker. when Grandma Hazel got older, i used to go over to their place on
Vashon Island on my Spring break to clean the cigar film off of the big picture
windows! it's a wonderful memory, because once the Spring cleaning was
finished Grandpa would take me for ice cream, and Grandma and i would
bake, craft and sew.
Grandpa Herb is where my French blood came from.
i was is only granddaughter. he called me "Sugar".
does the word Pandora come to mind?
there was a bit of an untangling project to do!
my Grandmother was an amazing, seamstress, re-weaver, knitter, painter and
crafter extraordinaire! there wasn't a medium that she did not work with.
just look what i untangled!
i took the images at five am this morning, i apologize for the quality...but
i know you are getting the picture!
un bouquet complet!
i think that she was trying her hand at orchids...she adored orchids!
i found a tiny beginning...mon petit trésor!
beneath the tangles...more tangles!
caviar, gold, and snowflakes!
i felt a little vintage gold rush to my heart!
more fun stuff! (i think my Mom tucked in the ribbon rosette!)
there was the sweetest charm at the very bottom of the box!
today's feed the spirit gift!
do you see it?
the (bakelite) winged stallion that gives one the energy to climb mountains!
( wow! i remember this from ninth grade mythology!)
how's that for a little
energy blast from the past?
it's going to be a great day!