Drop a Stitch

Before my Mom became ill with dementia, I likely had her review knitting with me and I was so grateful that I did.I have made a few things and admittedly, I struggled trying to make them nice.

I picked up a few skeins of green chenille yarn and decided to run the other way. I embraced my roots: I crocheted.

As a kid, I used to watch my Mom crochet me a hat to wear for school. She would do it on a Sunday night between 7 and 8PM, when Wonderful World of Disney was on.I was fascinated how she could do that in such a short amount of time! And it was a pretty hat to boot!

As I got older, I made my oldest brother and his wife an afghan as a wedding present , with some help from Mom, I made scarves, I made myself an afghan.I think that is why I got back to crocheting.It is like comfort. I can’t finesse knitting needles like my friend Julie can, but I can make my way with a crochet hook.

Thanks, Mom!


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59 year old married female, care-giving, coffee-drinking.dog loving former government employee who is writing to try to keep her sanity.

4 thoughts on “Drop a Stitch”

  1. I never got the hang with knitting needles either, but am so thankful my grandmother (not Pearl) taught me how to crochet. I’ve made many afghans, for people and furry family :). I should start another project…

    1. Sue, I am a passable knitter, but my friends knit rings around me.Somehow when I picked up this green chenille yarn I am working on with a 5 pack of g or larger hooks, I felt like I was home again,and my Mom would be proud…lol.

  2. I worked so hard to learn to knit; eventually, I found the only thing those needles were good for was scratching my leg when it was in a cast. My grandmother taught me to crochet, and it was one of her greatest gifts of love to me.

    1. So true…I was always a piecemeal knitter, scarves I could do with one hand behind my back…but it was a challenge for me since I learned it later…I think the osmosis from watching Mom do it for so many years and then when she taught me, well, like I say, I feel her embrace when I work that crochet hook, and am doubly comforted with that chenille yarn…Thanks for the kind comment.

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