Jody Weymouth Photography

Flour floating through the air. Dough covered hands. Nan’s under-pants on my head. Every time I remember baking with my nan I smile. Hair nets were something you bought if you had money to burn. She did have an actual hair net. She may not have had enough for all of us grand-kids. Or she knew that it was more fun to have under-pants as hairnets and that she was creating wonderful memories that we would cherish for a lifetime. And really, why buy a hairnet when a pair of underwear does the trick. My nan taught me how to reduce, re-use and re-cycle before they were cool. Bread bags were washed and re-used. Buttons were cut from worn out clothes. These are still things I do to this day. I know that my nan is looking down on me and is proud. Her main concern was not environmental but financial. The Second World War brought lean times. Living in out-port Newfoundland meant that nothing was wasted. Necessity fuelled creativity.  I can trace this special creativity back to my nan.

Our wonderful comfy mattresses are in storage back in Canada. We have company coming. The mattresses that came with the house SUCK. We could buy new mattresses…that will be used for about a month…and will not be needed back in Canada. That just seemed really dumb and I could see my nan frowning down at me. I needed to get creative.

Enter the biggest pieces of bubble wrap I have ever seen. I gave the beds a make-over. If you come to visit, the bed will be comfy and I am sure that you will get used to the squeaking sounds. Nan, I know that you are smiling and giggling at my creativity.

Embrace the creativity in your life…even if it means making a mattress pad out of bubble wrap. And wonderful memories are made whilst wearing your grandmother’s underpants on your head.

~ Jody