Grandma's Craft Closet

Grandma and I in 1991

I often talk about my Grandma Vincent. We had a very close relationship when I was growing up. She was always soft, gentle, and kind. Whenever we visited her, she would always hold my husband's hand.

I aspire to be the kind of grandmother that Grandma Vincent was. She passed away in 1995, just five days after my youngest child was born. Even though many years have passed, I miss her every day.

I once saw a quote about grief that said, "Be the things you love most about the person who is gone." That is exactly what I try to do.

Grandma was a first-grade teacher, and I can easily understand why her students adored her. Mrs. Vincent was well-versed in nursery rhymes and stories, and she knew all the songs that were popular with young children. When she retired, we grandchildren were still quite young, and we benefited greatly from her expertise.

Mrs. Vincent with her students

She taught me to read at an early age. I remember sitting with her during our "special times"—those quiet moments when my younger brother was asleep in his crib. She would pull out my special scribbler, and together we would work on my alphabet and phonics.

Grandma Vincent lived in a series of small, modest apartments, but she always had a drawer set aside just for us grandkids. That drawer was filled with empty toilet paper rolls, cardboard inserts from pantyhose packages, bits of yarn, and a package of wax crayons. When I visited, I would dive into that drawer with creative zeal, passing the time making puppets, paper dolls, and other crafty treasures.

I encourage other grandparents to create similar spaces for their grandchildren—places where creativity and imagination can thrive. It doesn’t take much! I have been fortunate to have extra storage space in our most recent home. When we moved in a few years ago, I was thrilled to discover that we had not one but two hall closets! We had barely signed the lease when I declared to my husband that one of those closets would be designated as "Grandma’s Craft Closet." Although the upper shelf may hold a few other things, the majority of the closet is dedicated to my grandchildren and their arts and crafts activities.

The kids know that when they come to visit, they can request to open Grandma’s Craft Closet and dive into an activity! I love watching them engage in creative play, just as I did with my own grandmother.

You may be wondering what I have on my shelves:

• Crayons

• Markers

• Washable paint

• Scrap yarn

• Pipe cleaners

• Glue

• Tape

• Stickers

• Playdough

• Scrap paper

• Coloring books/printed coloring sheets

• Safety scissors

• Toilet paper rolls

• Scrap cardboard

One of my favorite activities to do with my youngest granddaughter is to draw scenes on construction paper—perhaps a landscape or, my favorite, a house interior with bookshelves. Then, I let her place stickers on the scene I have created. I often find fun stickers at the local dollar store that work perfectly for this—whether is little toys or ornaments to place on drawn shelves or animals in a nature scene.

If you are a grandparent, I encourage you to carve out a small space—whether it’s a closet, a drawer, or just a storage box—to inspire your grandchildren’s creativity. It doesn’t take much to create meaningful memories that they will cherish for a lifetime. Inspired by that modest little drawer at Grandma Vincent’s house, Grandma’s Craft Closet has become a one-stop shop for inspiration and an inexpensive way to keep the grandkids entertained at our house!

For the Love of Barbie

When I was a little girl, I loved my Barbie Dolls - I would play with them for hours and hours.

My dolls had a case full of clothes, which included outfits that had been knit and crocheted by my Grandma Vincent, and also clothes that had been sewn by my mother. Those were always my favourites, the clothes that were made especially for me.  

One Christmas, I received the most amazing present - a collection of wooden Barbie furniture. I was so excited! My best friend and I would alternate between her house and mine - taking over the basement rumpus rooms for days on end as we created our Barbie houses across the floors. 

My tiny german dollies

I had a few miniature german dolls that I have now discovered were Ari miniature dolls from  Germany - they promptly became my Barbie's babies.  For me, my Barbie play was about creating a home, and a family - which was what I dreamed of for myself one day.

When I grew up, my Barbies and the collection of furniture, was lovingly packed up and put away. I kept all of it, and when I left home and started my own family, it came with me, always having a home in one storage space after another.

When my daughter Amanda came along, I was delighted to discover that I had a little girl who loved Barbie like I did! And out came my box of Barbie treasures. 

I have to admit, I was hesitant at first to hand over my treasures...what if they broke? What if they were ruined? But then I realized that dolls are meant to be played with, not boxed up collecting dust. So my dolls became Amanda's dolls. How happy those Barbies must have been, to come out of their dark storage box after so many years, and be back in the hands of a lovely little girl!  The Barbie collection grew, with the addition of Amanda's new generation dolls from Christmases and birthdays.

My little girl in the nineties

Well, time has passed, and my little girl grew up. The Barbie collection was once again boxed up and placed on my shelf. 

Amanda blessed us with our first granddaughter six years ago. And I am lucky enough to have another girl with a love of Barbie in the family! I am getting to play with Barbies again! 

I am also getting to be the "crafty grandma" and getting to fill Mom and Grandma's shoes, by creating Barbie clothes for my granddaughter. Not a sewer by any means (my sewing machine is strictly used for sewing paper these days), I am sticking to primarily crochet for my contributions. 

A couch I made

I have combed the internet for crochet patterns, and have found some amazing sources. However, with different yarns in my stash, and different hook sizes, I have found that I can only use these patterns as a "frame of reference" so that my biggest successes have been with my own "designs". I keep my Barbie model close at hand and try the garments on her as I go.  Keeping in mind that dressing Barbie in her clothes can be a challenge for younger ones, I am conscious of making the clothes easy to pull on and off, and that they have loose sleeves (if any) and sturdy, easy to use fasteners. 

Some of my creations

Most are quick projects, and I get a great sense of accomplishment, and a feeling of mastery each time I complete another addition to Barbie's wardrobe. It answers to the little girl in me, and I get to make one of my favourite people in the world happy as well!

P.S. I have made another attempt at furniture, thanks to this post on youtube:

https://youtu.be/v1vT90VNpa0 

It was fun, and I hope to make more, so stay tuned!

If you create anything for Barbie, please share in the comments below...let's inspire eachother!

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Wrapped Up In Love

I became a grandmother for the first time in October of 2016.  Several months earlier, my daughter came over to visit me. She sat me down and she handed me a ball of the softest cream coloured yarn.  She said, "Mama, I need you to make me a blanket out of this." Then she handed me a photography of an ultrasound. 

I searched for a pattern that would highlight the lovely texture of the yarn, and ended up with this lovely basketweave pattern.  As I worked, I dreamed of the grandchild I had not met yet, and how we would wrap the new baby up in this warm cosy gift from me. It is said that when you knit a gift for someone, that there is love woven in with every stitch. That certainly was the case with this special project!

My granddaughter will be three in October.  This is her favourite blanket, and it makes me so happy to see her comforted by it.  Those stitches contain lots of love from Grandma! This blanket has been washed more times than we can count, as it gets dragged back and forth to daycare for nap time, and gets used at home as well. 

In January, I will be blessed with another grand-baby, as my oldest son and his wife are expecting their first child. I am planning to use the same pattern to make a blanket for the new arrival, and you can be sure that there will be a lot of love going into every stitch for the new little one, from Grandma!

Chloe's Night Light

My granddaughter is almost three years old. I cherish these times with her, I know too well how fast children grow up. 

Last weekend I had the chance to babysit my granddaughter overnight. When I do that, we have a special sleepover in Grandma's bed.  We have a special pillowcase that we use on her pillow, embroidered with flowers by her great-great grandmother years ago. And even when the summer evenings bring bedtime before the sun sets, when my room is not dark at all, we have to use Grandma's special night light. This night light comes from another great-great grandmother, who left this world 24 years ago.

My Grandma Vincent was a very special lady. Born in 1905, Grandma Vincent would share stories of  teaching in a one room school house, and would do up my hair in 1920's pin curls. She would host tea parties, and patiently watch our amateur variety shows that my brothers and I would perform in our living room.  I told her all my secrets. She was everything that was loving and gentle and graceful.  I want to be a grandma like her. 

Grandma was also a writer of poetry. Sweet and silly little tales of her childhood memories, of day to day life, or poems she would give as a gift at a niece's wedding shower, or to welcome a new baby.  I put all the poems together into a book after she passed, and gave them to family members for remembrance.

One of these poems is about her friend Chloe, whom she met on a flight back from California.

 My Friend Chloe! 

February 3 1979

They say, "Don't talk to strangers!"

But that isn't good advice

For it's my guess,

that you will miss

Meeting someone nice.

That's not just a speculation

And I'm the one who should know

On returning from my vacation,

I met my dear friend Chlo!

We started to talk and she told me

She was coming to my hometown

Where she was a total stranger

And feeling a little "down".

Her daughter had married and gone away

Just as mine did way back when...

And I knew how her heart was yearning

To see her dear daughter again.

So I got to know her better

And found her sweet and kind

So don't be afraid of strangers

There's some wonderful ones to find!

Grandma, being as kind hearted as she was, arranged for my cousin to drive Chloe to her daughter's home. Chloe was touched by the kindness, and the two ladies started a friendship that continued for many years. They became very dedicated penpals. At one point, Chloe sent Grandma a special gift, this dove night light.

When I was a child, and had sleepovers at Grandma Vincent's little studio apartment, she always lit the special dove night light, the gift from "dear Chloe". A lady I never met, but was my Grandmother's friend.

At some point in time, when Grandma knew she was getting older and may not be able to be on her own much longer, she gave the night light to my mother, who had always admired it. Grandma said, "it will make me happy to see you enjoying it, even more than me keeping it myself."

And now, my mother gave it to me, so that I can enjoy it with my granddaughter. She calls it "my special light". And I know that Grandma Vincent is smiling at us, because a little gift from her dear friend, is now being loved by a fifth generation.

And I am reminded, that being kind and gracious can give you some of the most precious things.