asked & answered

I spent time with my girls today.

We watched a little Arthur

an episode of Dora

while

grazing

on peanut butter and jelly

apple slices

raisins

and chocolate milk.

Then Kierstin looked down at

her tights

and pointed out a teeny tiny hole...

"Grandma...you can fix this...

can't you?"

Somehow I have become her

go-to-fix-it-gal.

Ever since I noticed a tear in her shirt 

and I remedied it... 

the day she discovered  that magical space

known as my

craft room.

A small room filled with
strange
wonderful and
mysterious

things to explore.

After getting her input on color choices
 I cut and crafted

while she camped-out beneath me...
 an old quilt serving as tent

a found pillow

blanket

flashlight

and little thing-a-ma-jigs that

were gathered like
 treasures.

She invited sissy in to join her

while I mended

and remembered little boys at my feet...
just so.

The patches in those days

were your basic sew-on

the occasional iron-on 

rather boring
variety.

Well...

Grandma Jenny can do much

better than that.

A pink daisy

for my
wildflower.

When she put them on and

inspected my work

she said,

"You did it! 
You fixed it!"

A proud moment

indeed.

When she started modeling

my handiwork...

well,
come-on...

I had to share it with
all of you.

File this one under:
Brag Book Blogging.

:)