When my grandmother died, my mom really wanted a paving stone angel for the grave. There was one nearby, on another relative’s grave, and my mother loved it. We looked for years and years to find one, and never could.
I found one last week.
So tonight, I made it.
It was some kind of mix:
All I had to do was add water:
And then press it into a giant pie plate kind of thing:
Then I pressed pieces of glass into the “cement”, making a flower:
And I used the pieces from mom’s china plate that Five accidentally broke on Easter Sunday (his button got caught on the lace tablecloth, and the plate went flying):
That was also related to some special memories because the first road trip I took mom on after I got baptized, and which was so healing and reconnecting-ish, was a trip to Nauvoo, where she heard the stories of the women breaking their china to make the temple sparkle, and I teased her about it ever since. So it was perfect timing that Five broke the plate when I was ready to do this project.
Then I stamped letters into the “cement” after it had dried a little:
And also added her years of birth and death:
And it turned out fairly nice, so that finally my mother can have a marker for her grave:
It will dry for the next couple days, then we will take it to her grave this weekend for Mother’s Day.