This is my window sill in the grey room, it is next to the rickety old table that my sewing machine is on. It is a very useful window sill – home to my scissors, threads, sewing machine feet and a lot of other bits and bobs. It is also home to the only photo I have of my maternal grandmother (my mother isn’t very good at sharing!)
The photo was taken when she was in China. I’m not sure exactly when it was but pre-Tiananmen Square protests in 1989 (I think!). Nan was rather audacious, you would be to ask the zoo keeper if you could give a panda a cuddle wouldn’t you? I guess you just don’t know if you don’t ask and much to my grandmother’s pleasure the zoo keeper obliged. Isn’t it a great shot? Certainly deserving of a better frame than that mildewing paper one I picked up in Bali last millennium.
As a child Nan tried on a number of occasions to teach me how to knit. Eventually she resigned herself to the fact that I was a lost cause – a non-knitter. I thought that failing to learn how to knit meant that I wouldn’t be able to do any yarny crafts. It wasn’t until last year that I started to learn to crochet …and now look what I’ve made:
He is a bit wonky and completely unsymmetrical, but he has a kind heart and a wry sense of humour.
I named the panda Victor after my Nan’s first husband. She divorced him after learning that he was infertile and then went on to name her first child with my grandfather Vicki (after the ex! … like I told you she was pretty audacious).
Victor has joined Nan sitting on the window sill. A new friend to keep me company as I sew. I wonder what she’d have thought of him. I’ll never know.