3 Generations of Women
Seven women and three dogs spent a glorious weekend in Lexington, Virginia. Gatherings of my family are always loud, filled with laughter, and a great deal of doting on dogs. This weekend was no different except that the men stayed home. I’m often amazed at how much we can accomplish in such a short amount of time and how much fun we have doing it. This weekend we sorted through a box of fabric that my sister had. It was a collection of leftovers from making clothes when the kids were little. By the time we were done, there were almost 500 quilt squares ready to put together. By “we,” I mostly mean “they.” I don’t have much of an eye for putting patterns together. My job was ironing. At one point, I was upgraded to outlining squares on fabric, which was also within my skill set. In addition to the quilt squares accomplishment, my mother brought us all handmade dish towels, and for me, a new robe that she’d made. For some reason, the one she made me over twenty years ago has gotten a little frayed. They’re a talented group, these women, and it always makes me feel proud and a little awed to be among them.
Three generations of women got together this weekend and it was glorious.