let's get back to sewing...

I was driving down the street and stopped and rang the doorbell...  She stood there at the door and welcomed me into the house...  As I followed down a long hallway, I wondered where we were heading, but kept my mouth shut.  We crouched down and went through a very small door and on the other side was a long porch.  It was filled with tables and we sat down.  A man brought us drinks and she stared at me...
I wondered what she was going to tell me.  I hadn't spoken to her for more than 10 years.   She had her knitting sitting next to her and she asked me one question...

Why aren't you sewing?

Then I woke up.

For the first time, I had dreamed of my maternal grandmother.  She passed away May 3rd of 2001.  For the last year or so she suffered from Alzheimer's and was mute.   I thought about this dream all day while I was running my errands.  Going to Lowe's to give them the final measurements for the counter top, picking up meds at the pharmacy and remembering to buy milk and forgetting to get dog biscuits.

My grandmother was a seamstress.  She made many of our dresses and most of my prom and homecoming outfits.  After we grew too old for her sewing she started crocheting and knitting.  She would make afghans and I have the last one she ever made.  Yes, there are a few skipped stitches but I wouldn't trade it for anything...

Late this afternoon I thought about her words to me in that dream...so I headed up to the sewing room and
sewed 12 blocks together to finish a quilt top, then I got the borders cut and I hope to have those put on tonight.

I feel much better and I think grandma would approve...

Nancy