This post isn’t about craft or parenting or sewing or art. If you have laundry to fold, you should go do that instead of reading this.

Two weeks ago, my kids had a t u m m y b u g and then I got it and the whole thing left me feeling weak and weirdly sad. And the main thing I was thinking about afterward was how much I miss my grandmother, Nanu. As a child, she was my in-town grandma. She would brush my hair with a way-too-stiff bristle brush for hours on end– til it felt like silk. And I would run to the mirror to see how beautiful I looked with silk hair, but it never really looked very pretty. It only felt pretty and so, so smooth. She could scrub a pan til the plating came off. She was maniacal and obsessive and controlling and I loved her so much…all one hundred pounds of her. So tiny. read more