I remember visits to my grandmothers houses at Easter as being truly special. There was all the wonderful food and family, but I was most intrigued by my paternal grandmother's sewing space, even when I was young. For a seamstress, she worked in a very tiny space. Her machine was right next to her bed when I was little and held a large, fat, oblong, pink silk pincushion. For years I thought the pincushion had been lost, but we found it last year in my Mom’s sewing cupboard. I’m thinking of making it part of the centerpiece on our Easter table - too strange?
May your Easter hold cherished memories,