My paternal grandmother is a very gifted painter. She has done some beautiful, and award winning, pieces. She was also very much into ceramics and had her own kiln, so we got to make quite a few things, and she taught me how to do macrame. I still have a ceramic cup that I painted when I was 10, but I don't remember many of the macrame knots anymore. I spent a lot of time with Granny when I was growing up, and she often had a canvas on the easel. She painted all kinds of things; ocean and wave scenes, forests, old houses and barns, mountains, and they were all beautiful. When I was 12, I watched her paint, from start to finish, a country scene that she entered into a local contest. The weekend of the show, there were many beautiful works of art on display. It was marvelous to me that people could take a blank canvas, some brushes and paint, and turn them into such beautiful things! I was at the show with my grandmother for the entire weekend, and watched proudly as her painting was awarded Grand Champion! Granny is now 94, and doesn't get to do much painting, but she still talks about it often.
I have often wished I had the talent to be a painter, or a seamstress (I can sew, but it's not my favorite thing). But I am thankful for the talents I do have, and the time I got to spend enjoying arts and crafts with both of my grandmothers.