A tribute to my father
Since a couple of days I´m having a new blog-reader: my father. He´s fascinated of the fact that I´m sewing ´cause he himself used to sew a lot in his youth.
Walking through my hall eyeing my family picture gallery I caught sight of dresses me and my sister wear on a christmas card from 1982 (I think). They are sewn by my father.
Next to this photo I found another photograph of me and my sister in black velour-dresses which my grandmother (the mother of my father) made.
Seeing my creations my father is even a bit tempted to start again. But in the last 10-15 years he has found a new passion: painting. I want to show you one of his paintings hanging in my bed-room. (I do luckely have a lot more hanging in the whole house :) ) It´s me with Little Sweety as a baby. (Surrounded by paintings of Little Sweety :) and a paper print of my sister)
Does this now mean I will be painting in 20 years?