Back in the day I was so interested in crocheting, mostly because my grandmother taught me how when I was a little girl. My first real project started out with uncertainty and turned into this beautiful baby blanket, which I adorned with a cute fabric border upon completion. If I remember correctly, it took me about four months start to finish and in the end I appreciated every frustrating second I experienced along the way. Till this day I consider my son’s blanket extra special and it remains amongst several other keepsakes, like his “going home” outfit, with its matching hat and sweet little wrap shirt. (I even have the stump of his umbilical cord but didn’t want to freak anybody out lol).
For the past 25+ years I refused to crochet anything else because I felt it would lessen the sentimental nature of how and why this blanket came to be. Today I gave myself permission to crochet again, after unexpectedly coming across a few needles I thought I’d left in NY many years ago. It was serendipitous!!! Thankfully I was going out anyway so I stopped for yarn. Once again I don’t yet know what will come from my handiwork and honestly, I prefer to surprise myself. It could be propine for my neighbor’s generosity or just a little something for her kitties.
A great friend of mine bought a house last year and asked me to be her real estate agent. Our long time friendship made this such a wonderful experience for both of us, especially in the selection of design elements and walk-throughs revealing the process of it all coming together. You can just imagine the anticipation of closing day and the moment when she received the keys to her new home.