From Boston to Philly to DC and back again in three days. I am certainly the weary traveler. But all the time on the train meant major progress on the u-neck sweater.
And the stopover in Philly meant filling up on my mother's gnocchi and sugo alla bolognese as well as some gifts to add to the growing stash of sewing supplies and notions.
Fifty- to thirty-year-old spools of silk and cotton thread that belonged to my mother's father, the shoemaker. I was speechless.
Then, my mom unearthed some of my old barbie clothes (hey, no judgment!) and pulled out a tiny pink seed stitch sweater my father's mother knit for my barbie. One of the last photos of my grandmother I have before she passed away at the age of 101 last fall can be found here.
And then she hinted about giving me a crocheted bedspread that one of her aunts made for her wedding forthy-something years ago.
I feel so truly blessed to have all these treasures from my family and be sure that I am starting to fill LL's hope chest (yes, I will continue this tradition no matter how old-fashioned it seems to some) with these truly exceptional pieces of art.