In case you missed the last in the series of The Simple Things, click here.
So many times as a photographer, I get caught up in striving for perfection. I want the perfect light, the perfect expression, the perfect picture. Sometimes I achieve this perfection, but it’s at the sake of capturing the every day, those simple moments that make each day special. To help me remember these important snapshots of real life, I’ve joined a group of fellow photographers in a little blog series called “The Simple Things.” Each month we will shoot one of those simple moments in our lives that we have been neglecting with our cameras. At the bottom of this post you will find a link to the next photographer’s blog. Click through all of them until you complete the circle!
For the first time since I started The Simple Things, I’m choosing not to highlight my kids, but to show you the person who started my entire family – my grandma. My grandma is a fabulous lady. She is also really really talented, smart, clever and crafty. And sometimes, I find myself stumped by something and then think, “I bet my grandma would be able to figure this out!” You know all those clever tricks you see in a magazine or on Pinterest? I bet my grandma has either thought of or done half of those things without anyone else thinking of it. 🙂
Some years ago, my grandma helped out an elderly neighbor who repaid her with quilt tops, pieces of fabric sewn together, but not yet quilted. Sometimes, she just received scraps of fabric in bags, all of which were various colors and shapes and so, being the amazing quilter she was, she started piecing them all together. We started to expect to see grandma finishing one quilt, while she was setting up another on her quilting frame. And then her grandchildren started to get married, and we started receiving the most amazing presents-quilts! When I opened mine, I cried. It was an amazing patchwork work of art; one that hasn’t left my bed (except to visit the washing machine!) since I received it. I love to look at the different colors and fabrics, often picking a favorite to find every time I come into the room. It reminds me of the one I had on my bed growing up, though it’s bigger and now it not only keeps me warm at night, but my husband too.
Recently, my uncle and my cousin got the idea to have a quilting day with grandma. We made the plan and almost all of the women in our family were able to gather for a morning of quilting, even our out of town. I will be the first to admit, it’s a lot more difficult than I thought, but the conversation and company were excellent. It is easy to see why families and friends quilted together back in the day. We quilted, we laughed, we had lunch, we laughed some more and then we finally called it quits when our fingers were sore and our necks hurt from looking down. Grandma told us we weren’t making the prettiest quilt, but we didn’t mind! We knew we weren’t there for a real lesson, but to celebrate the generations sitting around that quilt and to learn a little something from a wonderful and amazing lady, my grandma.
I can’t take credit for every picture here. I’m the blonde on the far left in the first picture and the one making the silly faces. It’s nice when my family is willing to take photos for and of me as long as I get my camera set up for them!
Be sure to continue through our blog circle. Next up is Shannon at Shannon Stroubakis Photography of The Woodlands. Enjoy and thanks for visiting!