red plaid...

...squirrel

of the pincushion kind...

it belonged to my grandmother... i unearthed it as i've been sorting and packing up my many things... isn't it wonderful? i remember as a little girl - sitting on the sofa with her - she used to live with us for a while... she would darn socks - and do misc kinds of mending... always she would have this pincushion with her... balanced on the edge of the sofa arm - pulling out - pushing in the pins as needed - so deftly... i was never as good as that - it always fell over on me, making me laugh... grandma had the touch... her hands were magic - able to create the most splendid things from stitching to baking...

this little fabric squirrel brought me pause in a stressful day - caused me to slow down - take a moment to breathe - remember some truly fabulous times with a remarkable woman who was my bloodline - simple joys - a simple moment - for...

a

happy day.....