Hey, publishers–stop insulting my grandmother. I know that’s not what you’re trying to do, but I’ve had it. Eve Plotnick and Dorothy Myers were women of skill, patience, resourcefulness, and creativity. And if you think I’ll ever think better of anything you’re showing me because you tell me it’s unlike what they did or would do, you’re way wrong.
My grandmother knit and quilted and crocheted. She made plenty of kitschy things that still make me cringe, but she also kept a whole brood of kids warm and comfortable in rural Maine, where winter kills people who aren’t well prepared. Sure, I don’t want to dress like her and her color choices make me squint with disapproval, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want her skills, her industriousness and her creativity that made everything that passed through her hands into some kind of art.