I mentioned, a couple of days ago, that I was working on the pattern for the “Vicki” purse. It is for my Mom who, with my Dad, is serving an LDS mission in Liberia. In a few weeks their 2 years of service will be over. They will be home!!! I’ve got to get working on the perfect purse for her!
It seems like my Mom has always had a giant purse with lots of compartments that she can’t ever find anything in….she has to shake it, listen for the jingle, to find her keys. Heaven forbid if her cell phone rang!!!! She’d never find it in time!!!
While drawing sketches of my ideas my mind wandered (big surprise). I started to remember my Grandma Hill’s purse. She was a fancy lady. She always had matching shoes and purse. When Mom and I would go out shopping with her she would let me clean out her purse on the drive. I’m sure it was to keep my pre-school self busy so that they could talk!
What was in Grandma’s purse?
-She had a wallet that was heavy with change. She played bridge every week with her club friends. She was good at it too…that is where all of the change came from!
-She had a hanky. She would sometimes spit on that hanky to wash a spot off of my face. I can still remember the smell of a freshly scrubbed, Grandma spittle’d face! ewwww!
-She had some hard candy and a roll of mints. I would always eat a mint only to find that they were really Rolaids.
-Lipstick, pens, and more change!
The thing I loved the most was looking through the photo’s in her wallet! She had fun pictures of all of her Grand kids. Most of my cousins lived out of the state so I loved to see them in Grandma’s purse.
I remember what her purse smelled like….Avon perfume and spit hanky!
I miss Grandma!