Over the River and Through the Woods

You know you had a charmed country childhood when this is the road to your grandmother's house.

I haven't made anything in a long time, but I did consume lots of rhubarb pie this weekend. I visited with my ninety-four year old grandmother, walked in her garden with her, and learned that she used to have her sewing table in the bathroom (with fourteen children, it was the only place with room for it). Next time I have studio envy, remind me of my family's humble craft beginnings!