Memories of the Heart

This is a rather special heart. It belonged to my grandmother. She is no longer with us, but the sweet imprint she left on my life and in turn the lives of my children is still very evident. My mother worked a lot when I was little, so my grandmother would take me for weekends and have a project to for the two of us to work on. Sewing, crocheting, cooking, rug hooking and much more were things she introduced me to when I was very young. She was a very well known rug hooker and would take me to shows with her often. I was quite an anomaly being 8 years old at the time, and rug hooking in a room filled with whom all had gray hair. A very sweet memory....