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I am not at all happy with how this turned out. I had a very difficult time completing this layout as Grandma's death is still so very raw for me.
There are so many things I remember about my Grandma, but her love for roses and the Button game are the two that are closest to my heart.
No poem for this one, but extensive journaling. I couldn't get this to stitch properly so I will include the journaling here.
The big box reads:
I opened the cedar chest and inside I found an old round tin. My fingertips lightly brushed the dents and scratches along the surface of the lid. A mixture of sadness and longing filled me as I pried it open. Buttons. After thirty years the button tin was still in my grandmother's attic. I knelt down and carefully brushed away the dust and discovered the greatest treasure- a long ago memory of sitting beside my younger brother, Tommy, on the worn, gold carpeted stairs in Grandma and Pap's house.
"Button, Button, Who's Got the Button?" was a favorite game played by my grandmother with my siblings, cousins, and me. We lined ourselves on the stairs and waited for Grandma, her red and white flowered apron tied over her housecoat, to choose a button from the tin. Once the button was chosen, Grandma placed it in one of her hands and balled her fists. We had to guess which fist held the button. A correct guess moved us up a step until we reached the top. At the end of the game, each of us won a ginger snap cookie. Grandma made each of us think we were a winner.
My grandmother was blind; she was for all of my life. This handicap never stopped her from playing with us when we were kids. Games were a staple in Grandma's house. I always knew that Grandma wanted to spend time with me and that made me feel special.
Thirty years have passed since I played the button game. I never realized that the button tin still existed. I miss spending time with Grandma. I long for the carefree days of play and laughter that filled my grandmother's home.
I dusted the tin off and brought it downstairs. My two sons now play "Button, Button, Who's Got the Button?" with me. I hope to leave them with the tin one day, along with the knowledge that nothing is more precious in life than the time spent with loved ones.
The small strip reads:
I close my eyes and I see you tending your rose garden, feeding your roses the freshly crushed eggshells from the morning's breakfast. Your blindness kept you from seeing the beauty of the roses, and I remember a time when I was a little girl, wishing on a star that just once you would be able to experience the beauty in the color of your roses. Every time I see a rose, I shall think of you, Grandma.
Supplies:
Buttons- from my Grandmother's button tin;
Textured cardstock- Bazzill;
Patterned Paper- Rusty Pickle and PSX;
Ribbon- Unknown;
Pre-Aged Custom Photo Tag- ScrappingWithStyle.com;
Pre-Aged Custom Printed Tag- ScrappingWithStyle.com;
Fibers- ScrappingWithStyle.com and unknown;
Ink- StazOn;
Computer Font- DW Journal;
Tea Charm- With Charm;
Heart Charm- Unknown
No products have been added to this project.
Thanks for spreading positivity!
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