Slipping through the soft, handcrafted, embroidered and knitted threads of my family background and through the memories of all the tablecloths, blankets and clothing which the women in my family have made; I tumble into the soft, comfortable, Cottage Garden which my Grandma, Dora, made on the right hand side of this picture. As a child, each colour she chose, each French knot she made, added a new layer of delight for me. I could almost touch and smell the Roses and the Lilac. This was not just a picture- it was a whole world to me.
I now hold in my hands some of the wool which she used to make this picture. And tomorrow, I will be taking them to a class at Cowslip Workshops where my dear friend, the amazingly talented Sarah Perry, is teaching a group of students and myself how to crochet.
I am so excited about my day, for there is a safety and contentment in being with others who love to make things with their hands. And there will be laughter and sharing and cups of tea and the huge satisfaction of knowing that I will not be travelling alone- for I know that the echo of all the ladies in my own family who have ever taken up wool or thread throughout the generations will be there too.
So to my late Great Grand Mother Lydia, Grandma Dora and her sisters Elsie and Edie- who could all sew, knit and crochet- Thank you for creating the strands which hold us together across time.