Our grandma’s pillows

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted (among the chias of my bedroom) one of my grandma’s needlepoint pillows. I had had it up in utopia and accidentally toppled the bag that held it. So, probably for the first time I really truly looked at the pillow, with real intent and studied it. I was overwhelmed thinking about all of the love my grandma might have put into this pillow. Who did she make it for? Or did she make it out of some sense of duty as a 60’s housewife? The pillow has purple flowers and a green background. Those are the colors of my teenage bedroom. Was this pillow made for me? Can I redo my bedroom in purple and green and design the entire room around this pillow? (Yes I can! I’m a grownup and I make the rules.)

And then I thought about all of the leagues of grandmas out there doing crafts and making stuff. Maybe this will be my next subject. Our grandma’s pillows.