Monday, January 28, 2013
Grandpa's Flannel
My Dad...words cannot describe how I miss him. Like the flannel shirts he often wore, he was strong and dependable, but soft at the same time. It makes my heart ache to think of how our baby girl will never be held in his big gentle hands, or snuggle on his flannel-shirted chest, smelling faintly of sawdust and Irish Spring soap. This project idea came to me belatedly, after all Dad's shirts had found new homes among family and friends. However, my sister graciously gave me some that she had taken when I told her about my wish to wrap this baby up in a little bit of his essence, so that she might know him in that way. Thoughts of my Dad filled my mind with each stitch I made while creating this snuggle sized blanket. I will never look at it without remembering him and feeling that his spirit is here with us still.
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It's beautiful - and meaningful. I hope you treasure it along with your memories.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful idea beautifully executed... lovely photos as well. Makes me wish I had kept one of my grandpa's flannels. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful and meaningful project! Thank-you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteHow special! What a lovely idea. I too miss my grandfather terribly and think of him soooo often. Blessings.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful keepsake. The crochet edge is lovely.
ReplyDeleteThat is so beautiful! Our Grandkids will never know my parents either, as one died two years before the first one was born and the other died just after our daughter found out she was pregnant with the first one. I do have some quilt tops that my mother made as well as a day dress she made for my daughter. These will be passed on to our lovely grandchildren to remember their ancestors. :-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a great idea, and your photograph is so great it is as if you can feel the shirt. The edging is really beautiful.
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