Today is a milestone day in my life, and I'd like to introduce you to my little friend who has stood beside me the whole way.
Gramma didn't use patterns when she sewed, according to what Mom told me. She could look at a dress and reproduce it. It tickles me how she put ruffles on Dolly's sleeves and at the bottom. Having Dolly all these years has been my secret way of still having Gramma with me. Gramma died when I was 12, but in those years she influenced me more than anyone else ever has. I think I got my knack for reusing things from her.
Most little girls of today would look at my little friend and snub her. Dolls are fancy and expensive, but they can't hold a candle to this one. My Gramma's touch lives in Dolly. My Gramma's artistic and frugal tendencies continue to show me that less can be so much more. The dress Dolly wears is more than likely made out of a feed sack. Feed sacks back then were colored and printed in flowers and other calico patterns.
There's a table that sits by my side of the bed, and that's where Dolly lives. This table belonged to my Gramma, too, so our bedroom brings back cozy memories of staying at her house and the childhood comfort I felt there. Between Gramma and Grampa, their simple country existence showed me how to live so that I appreciate every single thing that comes to me.
I have a little story to tell about Gramma and her sewing. You see, she made all my clothes until I was 8, and then I got a real store-bought dress. Anyway, Gramma was sewing something on her treadle machine, and she accidentally sewed through a finger nail and into her finger. Poor lady, we knew she was in awful pain, but it was her style to bear all discomfort in silence.
So, now you know who my little life companion has been. Dolly and I have come a long way, been through a lot. But, all things are manageable when a person has Gramma's hand to hold onto.