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Friday, July 23, 2004
My Grammy is Naughty.
Not naughty in the way that she should get thrown in jail. She's the kind of naughty that makes me giggle.
We work in the same area one of my Mom's businesses. Actually, Gram started the business over 50 years ago, now its my Mom's. Gram and I make castings from molds using liquid clay called slip. This is where we work.
Its hard to understand what happens there just from a photo. Gram does the small castings that are under 20 lbs and I do the larger ones that are over 20lbs and go up to over 100lbs. One such casting I've had to do is this giant frog that stands about 20 inches tall. He's new and big. Gram looked at him today and made me add something to him.
If you click on the photo you'll see what happened to the poor fellow. I say poor fellow because its rather small. Gram thinks it should have been bigger.
Growing up in the shop I would always see these strange things and just think it was something my Grandfather did. Gramps was a jokester. He once sold a man a "lawnmower" and said he would load it up for the man. So he loaded it into the trunk and told the man it was all set. When the gentleman got home and opened up the trunk, he found a goat. Gramps was sweet and generous but had a serious case of the sillies. We had every farm animal in the house at one time or another, yes that includes horses and cows.
Come to find out, Gram is the same way. I bet half the naughty little creatures I used to see were made by her. Teehee. Naughty 90 year olds make me giggle.
So Gram and I work together and during breaks I knit and she crochets. One of these days I'll get a photo of us together in our own little fiber circle. I'm still plugging away at my WIP's I have so many new ideas running through my head, I'm having a hard time finishing the stuff I have already started. I know this weekend is going to be super hectic. M has her party tomorrow and a camp out in our back yard after that. Hopefully I'll find some time in all the chaos to get a little bit of knit-relaxation. Have a great weekend.
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