'nobody can do for little children what grandparents do.
grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust
over the lives of little children.'
~ alex haley
and that dusting lasts a lifetime...
this btw is not about what is on a table, but rather my getting a 'new' old table...
there is much, ever so much change afoot in our lives right now... change that keeps me up at night, change that infuses me with both fear and excitement...
change that will give me the chance to work here, at my grandfather's workbench... but this time, as an adult... this time, with my own projects...
i adored my grandparents and think of them every day... i also miss them painfully... they lived 3 blocks from me - i was lucky... and their house was my house too...
the basement was a wonderland that was rivaled only by the kitchen...
there my grandfather had his workbench, replete with all kinds of tools, gadgets, and things he had made himself... an incredibly self-sufficient, 'can do' type of person... an MIT grad who was an engineer that served his country as a civilian and helped to develop radar... a man who always found a way to let me help and taught me something along the way...
this space will become my own to dream in... to experiment... to hopefully facilitate my accomplishing what i hope to... and it will be so meaningful to do it here... to have them with me...
i didn't take a picture of it, but the other side of the basement has my grandmother's sewing table... i spent time going back and forth... she taught me how to thread a bobbin, read a pattern... and helped me to make a prom dress and a prairie skirt... he taught me about soldering...
and that sewing table will be where i hope to work on finished jewelry... we will see... there is much to be done...
but i cannot thank my family enough for giving me the opportunity to work here - where two of my most favorite people in the universe expressed themselves in their own special ways....
