tea steeps under the faded cloak of a cozy that my grandmother pieced together from quilting scraps. when my tea brews beneath this hood it seems to absorb a little of her breath. a little of her spirit. and i sip little memories of her, bits of her story while i sit in the half lit night with the music of wheezing dog.
(the baby quilt pictured is listed in the shop)
Oh, I never knew that a cozy was for steeping tea. I guess that's why they're called tea cozies. duh.
ReplyDeleteand they also keep the pot of tea warm for your second cup. :)
DeleteI know just how you feel beautiful words, you made my morning!
ReplyDeletethank you laurie
DeleteLovely images. So nice you have a bit of your grandmother to keep you company.
ReplyDeletethanks jen. little memories from little pits of fabric and her hand stitching. it's nice.
DeleteIt's always the little things that we remember that mean the most to us. The quilt hanging in the breeze is beautiful as are all the lovely quilts you make. :)
ReplyDeletethank you kris. the little moments are certainly my favorites
DeleteI do think of my grandmother the same way Annette
ReplyDeletesome time the feeling of her spirit is even stronger
although so far away from the places of my memories
she is somehow stil around me
we are fortunate, demie, to have had such a strong relationship with our grandmothers
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This post makes me feel a little guilty annette... My gram is so close and yet something seems to keep me from seeing her often. And I bet you would be so excitetied to see your grannie One more time:(
ReplyDeleteno guilt. we live our lives and we are fortunate to have family around us. and when they are gone we have the memories around us. :)
DeleteThe details... always in the details. I've been thinking lately (as I approach the anniversary of my father's passing) about all the things he physically touched and used. It's been a decade, therefore some things have been given away or sold or broken. I have a few special things that I claimed ... my favourite is the old leather briefcase.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely weekend. Xx
it is so powerful.....the items that have absorbed the touch of someone who is gone. losing your father must have been so difficult. but i'm so glad you have little pieces of him. and his briefcase.
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