And it has sat there all this time. But, I kept having this fantasy about re-learning how to make a granny square. It was one of those things that I was going to have my mom re-teach me after my dad passed away. I had a long list of things I would do to help keep her busy and occupied so she wouldn't be so sad. What none of us knew at the time was that she was already sick. Ovarian cancer. She left me three months after my dear old dad. I don't think it was a coincidence. They were soulmates.
But I digress.
A year or two ago, I mentioned to my best friend, Christine, that I'd like to teach myself again how to make a granny square. She said she used to make them, and thought she could help me. Christine and I celebrate our birthdays one day apart and have an annual trek to the beach for wine drinking, stitching of some sort, and singing along with "Mamma Mia" on the dvd player.
I managed to get three whole granny squares done that weekend. hahaha! I suppose wine drinking and singing might have taken precedence. I'm not sure.
Anyway, I'm having such a lovely time of it, and can feel my mom's presence with every loop of the yarn. I feel so thankful, so often, that she passed her love of handiwork to me. The stitching, the looping, the sewing...all of it. It's such a part of me now, I think my life would be very flat without it.
P.S. Christine, remind me to return your crochet hook to you. Turns out I have the right size after all. :)