I've been busy this weekend raking leaves and pulling air conditioners out of windows
generally getting ready for Fall. while I was doing some cleaning I found this:
Grandmother Bertie was an artist too, she painted, sculpted, made mini furniture and of course she would sew these dolls. I think all of her friends got one but they were all a little different. This one was made after she went to Brazil, she would travel south of the border for vacation and she had friends who lived there. (what I'm trying to say is that she wasn't a socialite or well off she was just a regular person and this doll is something that she left behind for me)
I put the doll back and I thought about my life, how things aren't going the way I thought they would be but I have the strength to carry on. I have wonderful friends who care and when I'm gone someone will look at something I made and remember me like I remember Grandma Bertie.
Welcome to my new followers and my old blogger friends, it's time for me to go to work now.
P.S. I love and miss you Grandma....