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an almost happy ending

This post is a repeat from 7/14/07. I'm contemplating my first Mother's Day without my Grandma. She died last summer at 93. And had quite the life. I am so fortunate to have had a Grandmother for 42 years. So many of my dear friends have struggled with the loss their moms and grandmothers, and other dear women in their lives - I am thinking of you all this weekend.

I bought this kitschy barkcloth for my tearoom. It was a tablecloth that I hung on the wall in my office. When the tearoom closed and I was faced with a ton of excess stuff, I tried to sell it on ebay (thus the scan of the fabric) but finally parted with it in May (2007), donating a ton of stuff to the Vets.

So, I'm cataloging
Gramma's pix last night(and by that I mean dumping them on my bed and grabbing the oldest, best-est ones, and dumping the rest in a pretty, vintage suitcase). And I come across this pix of her. And in the background hanging on her kitchen door? MY same KITSCHY barkcloth. Gram never travelled up the steep stairs, so she never mentioned it. And even if she saw, would she have remembered it?

I will never, ever part with anything, ever again. I just realized it would have been smashing on the wall in the craft room.
Off to drown my sorrows in some ice-cream. Neopolitan in her honor.

Comments

Thank you for this lovely post....
Hugs,
Penny
p.s. yes I did consider mosaics on the fireplace :-)....it gets warm (not hot) and I am wondering if they would stay on...hmmmm

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