The girls and I took the day off Saturday and headed up into the Sierra Mts. to visit my grandma, aunt, and mom who are all living in my grandparents 1 bedroom/bath cabin with a loft. I asked if it was a non stop party and got evil eyed, so I’m guessing it’s not quite the slumber party all the time.
The girls didn’t notice that though- they just saw all the fun I used to see as a kid. Snow patches, wild animals, plenty of space to run free? score!
Note she’s wearing rain boots. It was warm and slushy snow – plus I don’t have rain gear. It sometimes boggles the mind that just 3hrs away is snow and cold… meanwhile we’re wearing tank tops and shorts back at home! Anyhow- the girls ran and played with my mom’s little dog, stomped in snow, fed birds, and played with great grandma’s cool shells.
While I was there I got to pick out a quilt. (insert happy dance here) I’ve not had a quilt of my grandma’s for years (the girls both have baby quilts though) and I was very excited. She’s a master quilter. A true artist and her stuff is amazing. I picked a napping quilt.
That’s mostly hand stitched goodness – that’s how grandma rolls. Just another reminder that hand crafted goodness is always loved and appreciated.
Oh, I told grandma about my 1/2 stitched and 1/2 pinking shear trimmed curtains and she pursed her lips. (aka sign that grandma is not down with what you’re saying/doing) She would NEVER hang a curtain that wasn’t fully finished. I laughed and told her I like to live on the edge.
because that’s how I roll.