10 Jan 2011
In a box
Along with my great-grandmother's table, it also came a box with pictures and some of her treasured knickknacks.
Above is one of my favourite photographs ever – my grandmother Lota (to the left) at a harvest. Sadly she died very young at age 28. 'Do you think we would have been any different had she lived longer?' I asked my mother. Don't know, she replied.
Last week I was interviewed (yes!) for a local newspaper mag and when I was asked when or how did it all start, I had to say, well, I've always seen my mother sewing, knitting, crafting, so it was natural for me to do the same things...