My grandmother made the framed embroidered piece you see over my mantle for my family back in the 70’s. I remember it hanging in many places in our home until Mama stuffed it away in storage when it became hopelessly out of style. Mama kept it because she doesn’t throw much of anything away. A few years ago I took this embroidery off of Mama’s hands because Granny made it and I’m sentimental like that. This piece has been in my attic for a few years and I suddenly remembered it the other day and wondered if I might like to display it. I pulled it out of the attic, cleaned it up, and hung it over my mantle. Groovy!!
I’m not one to pile a lot on my mantle at one time. If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you may remember that these candlesticks were a thrift store find. I painted them and distressed them this past summer. All of the books under the candlesticks belonged to my grandfather. The faux fruit in the hurricane and bowl was purchased in Williamsburg. I heart Williamsburg.
I know I should take down the 3M tabs that you can see stuck to the wall, but they are in the perfect position for the three fabric art panels that I usually have hanging over my mantle and I doubt that I’ll leave Granny’s masterpiece up for too long.
I am pretty sure that the books are textbooks that Granddaddy either taught from when he taught at William Byrd High School or they are his textbooks from Roanoke College.
I’ve got a little indoor garden going on in this room. My garden includes four old Amaryllis that I’ve been trying to coax into bloom, forced Iris, and forced Crocus. I’m not giving up hope for a little winter color.
Here’s Granny’s groovy masterpiece one more time. Didn’t she do a nice job? Granddaddy made the frame for her. Mr. SP and I are a lot like Granny and Granddaddy. They were a good team and we are, too.
Granny would be tickled pink if she knew that I am using her work. I sure do miss her.