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  • My grandmother, all dressed up for one of her early adventures. She designed the most interesting things - both for herself and for her close friends, and they gleefully dressed and danced by her side. She designed costumes. She modeled them. Everything matched! She saved silk threads and satin ribbons. There were drawers full of buttons and leather bows. Sequins! Rhinestones! She sewed sterling silver buttons, with anchors imprinted on them, to my little navy-blue woolen coat - the one she made for me.

    She was a poet, a fabric designer, a costume-maker, a master gardener, an herbologist, an inventive cook, a wife, a mother, a grandmother with the softest hands. She was a nymph, a seductress, a beautiful young girl, a lovely woman, a mysterious wise friend...and she was always there for me.

    60 years after this picture was taken, she dipped her arthritic hands into warm paraffin and slowly pulled them out, waited for the paraffin to 'set', then removed her warm wax gloves, rubbing gently as she rolled the wax and carefully placed it back into the warmer. Then she could sew gold... green... red... and silver sequins onto my daughter's Princess headband...

    Oh! The joy of her!
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