Both my grandmothers were artists. One painted in oils, a gentlewomen's pursuit. The other knitted, embroidered, crocheted, made lace, sewed, quilted, painted porcelain, and much more. It is odd that the Grandma H., who came from a middle-class family, and only occasionally painted, was considered the artist. Whereas, Grandma B., coming from a poor background, and was always making something, was considered frugal instead of artistic.
Yet, when I think back to Grandma B., there wasn't one day that went by without her creative spirit finding something to make joyful. She was amazing. I wish I had told her that.
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