A grand weekend. The reception for a friends son is a part of history. I enjoyed creating a little do dad here and there.
Now onward to more pressing or should I say crochetety things. Still working on three crochet afghans. No I have not forgotten them. Sc across row 3sc in corner sc repeat and move forward. And one stitch at a time an afghan will be finished. Hopefully to bring comfort and warmth to the wearer.
My grandmother made many things for me. In particular I remember a lemon yellow vest. It didn’t go with clothing I owned, but wearing the vest I felt special, protected even. Wrapped in grandma’s love.
I have that same sensation when I work in the back room ( I’ll save the back room story for another day). Grandma is right there with me. Helping me through a frustrating craft project. I was struggling with a piece of leather not staying put while stitiching it onto a change purse frame. I got the distinct impression to start in the middle contrary to what looked right, finally I tried that way and it stitched up smooth no puckers. Thanks gram.
Comfort of hand made. Whether a vest, afghan, even a piece of jewelry. To some it speaks love, that another person cares so much to give up part of themselves. Almost unspeakable.
C R O C H E T Y hugs. . . Y because I love you.