When I was little,
my grandma and I would perform what I now like to call a ritual, called "cut and paste." We would cut up construction paper and glue it in different ways to make bookmarks and other little pieces of juvenile art. With the passing of Valentine's Day, I specifically remembered how we would cut different colored hearts in a distinct way so that each side was even and symmetrical. We would then glue the hearts onto different colored rectangles made of construction paper to make little bookmarks.
I also had this porcelain teaset that she made me that included little tea cups with blue flowers, and a tea kettle shaped like a cat with a fish being held at its chest for a spout. We would sit at my little craft table and she would make us real tea to put in the cat kettle and we'd have a tea party. Usually, this included homemade sugar cookies with pink homemade buttercream frosting.
I never liked Valentine's Day when I got older, and this memory has been...I don't want to say repressed, but after my grandma died, I never really dealt with it. I have a hard time allowing myself to think upon the memories because it's so painful. But this year, I started thinking about her a lot around Valentine's Day and this came to the forefront of my memory and it's a time that I truly cherish and wish I could get back. My grandma, Mimi, could make anything special.
I need more of that in my life.
my grandma and I would perform what I now like to call a ritual, called "cut and paste." We would cut up construction paper and glue it in different ways to make bookmarks and other little pieces of juvenile art. With the passing of Valentine's Day, I specifically remembered how we would cut different colored hearts in a distinct way so that each side was even and symmetrical. We would then glue the hearts onto different colored rectangles made of construction paper to make little bookmarks.
I also had this porcelain teaset that she made me that included little tea cups with blue flowers, and a tea kettle shaped like a cat with a fish being held at its chest for a spout. We would sit at my little craft table and she would make us real tea to put in the cat kettle and we'd have a tea party. Usually, this included homemade sugar cookies with pink homemade buttercream frosting.
I never liked Valentine's Day when I got older, and this memory has been...I don't want to say repressed, but after my grandma died, I never really dealt with it. I have a hard time allowing myself to think upon the memories because it's so painful. But this year, I started thinking about her a lot around Valentine's Day and this came to the forefront of my memory and it's a time that I truly cherish and wish I could get back. My grandma, Mimi, could make anything special.
I need more of that in my life.
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