Confession

We are three generations of Appalachian women who have gotten too far from our roots. We used to know the ins and outs of crafting and homemaking, but the years (and Facebook! we've wasted SO. MUCH. TIME on Facebook) have intervened. Now, those skills are almost lost to us. Our grandmothers and great-grandmothers knew well how to do things like make a quilt, embroider, knit and cook. They even grew a garden and canned their own foods. Most importantly, they taught us to do those things before they passed on to the big Sewing Circle in the sky.

Now we confess: we forgot. We haven't been good stewards of the knowledge we learned over the years. 

So we've decided to do something about our lack of craftiness. Here and now, we commit to relearning all of those old ways, and teaching them to our kids, and maybe their kids. We're a little scattered through the mountains of Virginia and West Virginia, but we'll manage. This blog will be our chronicle of successes and commiserations, and I do believe we'll have a lot of fun doing it, as long as we don't cut our fingers off with those rotary cutter thingies. (I've already had one minor mishap with those things. I'll spare you the pictures.)

The three of us are GrannyD the Grandmother, Nanners the Daughter (me), and Peach the Granddaughter. I swear there's a picture of us somewhere, I'll try to find it. There is also Tater Tot the great-granddaughter, but she's too young to knit or cook. She can't even dress herself yet:

Of course, Small Fry might pick up the crafting bug one day, too. Boys can be makers, too!