This morning i was in the kitchen getting Michael's lunch ready for work. i pulled open one of the small drawers and realized that it was full of twist ties...mostly from loaves of bread. There really is no good reason for me to be stockpiling twist ties, but lo and behold, there they are. i realized that i get this from my Grandmother. In her kitchen, she had an antique washstand that she had acquired from a local estate. The one drawer of the washstand was filled to the brim with twist ties. i know that partly, having lived through the depression, Grandmother was very thrifty in many ways and if something was still useful, you held onto it until it was useful no more. As a child, that drawer was just the right height for me to be able to open it up and peer into it. To me, it was a world of color. So many different colors of twist ties, many of them older than i was. It was a drawer full of rainbows to me and i loved taking them out and playing with them. Twisting them together to create new color blends. Making chains with them. It was so much fun to a four year old.
And so now, i have my own drawer full of rainbows. i don't take them out and play with them, and we do not have any children to play with them. But, i take comfort in knowing that they're there. Just another way Grandmother's in the kitchen with me!
Cheers
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