Knitting fever has struck my house, and I think it's catchy. Last night, Ali announced that we had to go buy some yarn so she could knit a scarf! It would be smart to see if there's anything in my stash that she'd like (and that I wouldn't mind parting with). Maddy finished her ball of yarn and it ain't no scarf, so we do have to go buy more for her, anyway.
I had a nice visit with Grandma, my uncle, and my brother yesterday. Grandma's apartment is really very nice, but she'd rather be home. Balancing what she knows she should do with what she wants to do leads to one confused Gram sometimes. (She was sitting on a chest that was filled with linens in her tiny apartment bedroom yesterday; she said that she had to keep them all because she "has all these beds to make" when people come to visit.) For the most part, her children are trying to keep her involved in decisions, but she forgets or becomes confused and then feels pressured and then, sometimes, feels helpless and angry. It was a good day, but also very weird.
This house is the only place in my memory that my grandparents ever lived -- I think they moved there around 1960. It's an old, old house with some great architectural details -- a very big porch across the front of the house with nooks and crannies, fancy corbels and trim atop the windows, a beautiful curved wall in the dining room, which also has a built-in china cupboard with beveled and leaded glass, pocket doors that fascinated me as a child, a door in the upstairs back hall that's to die for. I brought my digital camera and snapped pics of a few of those things, but my battery was all but gone.
I came home with very few things that mean a lot. School books that belonged to Gram's parents, another book of Great Grandma's about genealogy and heredity, and the 1923 county history book that set me firmly on the genealogical trail many years ago. I also have one of Grandma's old workbaskets. I never knew her to do anything other than machine quilting and crocheting, but she must have knit somewhere along the line. There were a few pairs of needles and she obviously likes 'em nice and long, just like me! There was a folder of possible projects that she'd torn from magazines, and it's interesting to see what caught her eye. There are a couple of doilies, pot-holders and platters, a Blue Willow cup and saucer, and a bag of buttons. In the silly way of the heart and mind, it's almost the buttons that make me happiest. They nearly filled the two top drawers of Great Grandma's treadle sewing machine and I am so looking forward to a delightful sorting and exploring session with my girls. Lots o' buttons! Oh, I also snapped a few seed heads off the pretty, pale pink hollyhocks that were growing out back.