The idea comes from my Grandma Jo who recently passed away. No, I am not hearing her speak to me, but she swells from my heart and surrounds my thoughts. I uncovered a box of her things the other day. Some old books, letters and stationary. I toyed with the idea of starting up letter writing again. Something so foreign in this age of facebook and twitter. Writing snail mail letters is truly a dying art.
The idea has marinated and expanded. There are so many lost arts that my grandmother's generation experienced that I have never even considered doing. An age of living that is lost on me and my children. I want to recapture those arts, that life, the wellbeing of accomplishing something with my own hands. Quilting by hand, making jam, kneading bread, sitting down to write a letter to a loved one are all experiences I want to share with my grandma.
So, join me on this journey of "Recapturing Lost Arts" and let us see where the adventure leads us.
