I wish this was my self portrait tuesday
A couple things;
1. Thanks so much Lisa (from O-town) for the wonderful package! She sent me fabric, handmade cards, cute magnets, and a few other goodies. I am so lucky, two swaps in one week. Aren't the little trees so cute? Check out Lisa's art by going through her bolg-Lisa's Musing (link is on the side). The little robot is hers-isn't it beautiful?
2. I am working on the camera thing. For proof that I actually CAN sew you can look here.
3. My grandma June is pictured above in lieu of my self portrait. In a way, I feel as though she is a part of me. She died of cancer in 1972-ten years before I was born. I was born on her birthday so maybe she IS part of me. That year was the year my mother's mother and my mother's father also passed away. It is the year my mother converted to Mormonism (and my dad re-converted) and the year my sister Jana (my parent's 3rd daughter) was born. In that year, my parents bought the house they live in today. My mom was 25. I am 23, and the thought of that all happening at once makes me want to crawl in a hole and hide. I wish I could have known my grandparents. I feel like it is an important part of understanding your parents. I only briefly knew my dad's dad, but by the time I was born-he was deep in the grasp of alcholism. My heart breaks for my dad, I cannot imagine what it would be like to have an alcholic parent. I now understand why it was so important for him to stress complete sobreity. I wonder what my grandma June felt about it. I wonder if she would like me-you know? Would she be proud, would she have doted on me, taught me to sew or how to properly clean? Would she have approved of my short hair and complete fear of makeup? If I have kids-they most know my parents.