Moleskine Entry

Tonight's post is the entry I made in Marmoknit's Moleskine for the International Moleskine Exchange, and is cross-posted in my craft blog.

My Grandma Leda, actually my great-grandma, was a huge influence in my life.  I have hundreds of memories of being over at her house - we spend time upstairs with the whole family, but my favourite times were when we got to go down to the basement.  Grandma Leda was a painter, and her basement was filled with all of her paintings.  Every wall down there wa

s covered in landscape paintings, and there were dozens stacked up against the walls.  The whole basement had this special smell - it was wood and paint and canvas... I've almost never smelled it anywhere else, except in my own craft room, where I have some of her paintings and a wooden chest that she stored in the basement.  Everyone in our family has at least one painting from Grandma Leda, most of us have more than one.

The other thing that I remember about her was the teacups.  When I went to Grandma Leda's, she would always make tea, and I would get to drink it out of a tiny little teacup.  I always felt so grown up, with a pretty cup that was just for me, and just for special times with Grandma Leda.  Even now, when I'm lonely and vaguely homesick, I make a cup of tea in a pretty teacup, and I feel better.

The Little Ball of Yarn Who Wanted to be a Sweater

Once upon a time, there was a little ball of yarn.  This little ball of yarn wanted, more than anything in the world, to become a sweater.  So it sat up as proudly as it could on the shelf at the yarn store, trying to look soft, and warm, and sweater-y.  

Finally, one day, a woman walked into the yarn store and picked up the little ball of yarn.  "This one is perfect!" she said, and she bought the little ball of yarn and took it home with her.  She got out her knitting needles and started to knit.  She knit row after row after row, and slowly, the little ball of yarn began to become a sweater!  It was happier than it had ever imagined it could be. 

Every night, the woman and the little ball of yarn sat together, working on the sweater.  Then, one day, the woman came home with a new ball of yarn.  It was pink, and fluffy, and not very sweater-y.  That night, the woman sat down with her new ball of yarn.  The little ball of yarn was left in the basket, half-sweater, half-ball, abandoned.  But it still sat up tall, looking as soft and as warm and as sweater-y as it could, waiting for the woman to come back and finish that last sleeve.

**This was written as an entry for the International Moleskine Exchange on Ravelry**