I don’t have a single photo of our friend Geraldine, but I’m fortunate enough to have some of her work. This stunning bag is one she gave me several years ago. I went to a trunk show showcasing her knitting one time, and MAN! I’m always impressed by people who can knit and crochet, but Geraldine has taken her skills to art level. Absolutely stunning shrugs and sweaters in exotic yarns–and put together expertly.
I don’t have the patience for that kind of work. Whatever I do in the sewing realm must be done quickly or it’ll never be finished. Doll clothes do take patience, but they’re great for my short sewing attention span. Sometimes I wonder why I don’t sew things for myself that I’d actually like to wear, then I remember: You don’t LIKE to sew!
I don’t see Geraldine often enough, but we’ve shared experiences that mean our bond is strong and unbreakable. She’s a remarkable woman who’s very often inspired me. I’m lucky to know a lot of strong, intelligent, and vibrant women, and my life is richer for their friendship, compassion, humor, and gifts.
Beautiful craftsmanship!
Right? It’s just as pretty on the inside, which she’s lined.
I know, my mom had several that my grandmother had crocheted for her. They were either black or white and intended for the ladies to carry to church for Sunday mass or funerals. They were only big enough of a couple of handkerchiefs, money for collections and a rosary. I divided them up among sister-in-laws and nieces. I still have an entire drawer full of the crocheted scarves my mother received for her wedding. I have to bring them out for one of my posts when I run out of ideas.