My Granny covered this blanket in this perfect fabric, it was early 1950's, she just lost her husband and had to make the desicion to move from the Swartland, the countryside of the Western Cape, to the Northern suburbs of Cape Town, I can just imagine her, sitting by the table every night, working on this blanket, thinking, planning, praying, crying, grieving, fearing, alone with seven children, not knowing what the future holds, never knowing, only hoping to survive, never daring to dream. Where will my handwork be 65 years from know?
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