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I have 8 children, 13 beautiful grandchildren, a wonderful husband, 2 of the best dogs in the world, and a sewing room, could my life be any better?
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gaz'd on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer, 'This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,' Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou are old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
Elizabeth giving Granny Lessons
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Monday, January 7, 2008
My Granny's Aprons
This fabric was my great-granny's apron material. This isn't a repro, it is vintage. Every time I look at it, I can smell her. Apples and White Shoulders. Granny wore an over-the-neck apron all day, every day, and she was up, dressed, and her bed was made by 5:oo am. By 5:30 am, she had the potatoes peeled for supper and cherry jello jelly-ing in the ice-box. Granny's house was never without fresh peanut butter cookies and jello. When my grandmother, Nanny, passed in 1997, I inherited some of her fabric, and I found this cut already in a dress pattern, sleeves and all, but never sewn together. I wonder why she never finished it? I used some of it for a baby quilt for my granddaughter, because I wanted her to have that same warm "family" feeling just looking at it. Some day when I'm gone, my granddaughters will find little treasures like this and wonder why I was going to make a dress out of it, and why I never finished it. And then they'll press the fabric to their nose and smell White Shoulders.