Until very recently, I had two wonderful grandmothers. Both so unique and irreplaceable, yet so very different. Both taught me so much about life, two very different views on life from very different experiences. This is about my grandma Jones..Vera Lorraine Jones. She passed away in April of 2009 and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about her. I see her in the Cardinal singing in my neighbor's tree, I see her in my garden that's now slowly starting to thaw as the tiny, green buds fight their way up into the sunshine. She used to bake the most delicious chewy oatmeal raisin cookies and would keep them in cookie tins that were worn from years of use. I have her recipe for those cookies but they never turn out the same.
My grandparents lived in a high rise senior's building back then, and we'd go visit them quite often. They had an outdoor pool there and during the summer, it was always a treat to go hang out with them, go swimming and then have ice cream in their air conditioned kitchen. My grandma would sit across from me at their small kitchen table while we ate ice cream out of glass bowls, and when I looked up at her in between bites, she'd always smile and wink at me. I couldn't wink back then, and I still can't wink very well. Not like her. My dad's pretty good with his winks, and every time he winks at me, I can see my grandma in my dad's face.
When it was time for me to go home, grandma would always stand by the door and wave until I had to turn the corner in the hallway to get to the elevator. I'd go push the button, then run back and that's when she'd blow me a kiss..when I blew one back at her, she would always pretend to catch the kiss from mid air and tuck it in her pocket. She did that with all her grandkids..I sometimes wondered where she kept those kisses that she'd always tuck away.
This ring is about a pocket full of kisses, too many kisses to tuck away that they're tumbling out.
Made with love, from me to you. Available later this week in my shop.
xo Blue Gnome