...in the form of my sweet grandmother's needlepoint. Veggie needlepoint.
...a little bit yellowed and from another time.
Of course, I love it.
I think I remember these hanging on the walls of their kitchen; the kitchen where I have stood barefoot many times on the cold, white terrazzo, watching as Mar puts together the "Sallie salad" of assorted veggies she knows I like--each type into a section of her compartmentalized glass tray.
Crunchy, refreshing veggies.
Now hanging above our stove :)