One of my greatest regrets in life, thus far, is not spending enough time with my grandmother while she was living. I was so young when she was healthy enough to make the trips from Australia to the States, and I think all I saw were our differences, especially in age. As I grew up, she grew less healthy in body and mind. The only way to get any good grandma face-time was to make the horrendous 20-hour trip down under. By then, I was busy with life and didn't have two weeks to travel to see her. That was my excuse at least.
Now that I'm through those tough years of trying to figure out who I am and who I want to become, I think about Grandma. I love to hear stories about her because the more I hear, the more I realize how similar we are. We both love to bake, appreciate good craft, and have that spirit which drives us to create.
I also think about her quirks. Using "me" in place of "my" (I just need to get me lipstick), her crazy laugh, her amazing gift for replicating the sound of the kookaburra, and her hankies. She always had a thin little hankie tucked in her sleeve under her wrist. Always.
When I see hankies for sale now, I always think of Grandma. And these take the cake. Typography and hankies!? A little bit of new mixed with old memories...what could be better? To get your own, visit The Curiosity Shoppe.
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