My wonderful Grandma is going to turn 89 in a few weeks. She has been declared “legally blind” by her eye doctor more than five years ago. But do not bother feeling sorry for her. She is still going strong. She has her friends, her various results. She has not slowed down at all. And of course she is making my Mother’s life “interesting”. I wish I was there to help out.
Yesterday, my Mom called me to share “the latest”.
I have to give some background here. Grandma has been sewing and designing, crocheting and embroidering for over eighty years. She is a very careful and frugal person. I have never seen her discard anything that can be still used. Maybe not now, but at some point… She has always been a fancy dresser, and since she made all of her own garments her closets are full of beautiful and unique things.
So, about two weeks ago, Grandma told my Mom: “I have nothing to wear. I only have one skirt, and it is 50 years old.” If you think she was hinting about a trip to a nice department store – perish the thought.
“If you were a Good Daughter, – Grandma continued, – you would buy me some fabric, so I could make myself a skirt or two. (Remember the legally blind part!) And if you were a Smart Daughter – you would get more fabric, so I would make a skirt for me and a skirt for you.”
Now my Mom, wanting to be both a Good and a Smart Daughter went and got three pieces of fabric. Each one was more than enough to make two skirts and a bolero. “I know your Grandmother, – my Mom said – she always wants a matching top.”
Last Sunday, when my Mom went to see Grandma, she was stunned. Apparently Grandma has already cut up all the fabric and made it into 3 suits… for herself. There just was not enough fabric there, she told my Mother.
The truly amazing thing, my Mom says, is that all the seams are perfect, the pleating is unbelievable, the darts are exactly where they supposed to be. The piping, the fine stitching, buttonholes and other details are complicated and perfect. All of that using a sewing machine that is older than me.
All I could say was – Go Grandma!