Friday, November 14, 2008

Memory Loss?

I would be embarrassed to tell you how long ago I started crocheting this baby afghan that I finally finished this past Wednesday night. Luckily, I won't have to tell you because I can't REMEMBER, it was so long ago. (Hmmm, 1906 or was it 1907?) I know it had to have been at least ten years ago but beyond that, I'm pleading the Fifth.

This was an easy pattern to pick up and work on every now and then. (Good thing considering the speed with which I worked on it.) The finished size is approximately 40" x 40".

My mom was an expert with a crochet hook. She could see a crocheted piece and then go home and duplicate it. After she died, I had three of her creations framed. One for my brother, one for my daughter and one for me.

I crochet very little, but when I do, it brings thoughts of Mom to mind as she rarely sat down without a piece of crocheting in her hands. Hey, look, Mom, at least a couple of your crocheting genes got passed on down to me!


Chicken Mama said...

"After she died, I had three of her creations framed. One for my brother, one for my daughter and one for me."

You DID? So . . . where's mine? Hmmm . . . !


Mama Pea said...

Hahaha! I KNEW this would get a rise out of you!

You know that little habit I have of squirreling away Christmas presents early and then not being able to find them again?

I stumbled across the three framed pieces just recently. Hold tight. Christmas is almost here!

Chicken Mama said...

Phew! I thought SURE it would be one of those "arguments" we have over who has what from the family . . . ! :) (Kinda like that big aluminum colander that is really mine but you insist is yours.)

RuthieJ said...

Wow, that's a beautiful pattern. Congratulations on finally getting it finished!

Mama Pea said...

Hi, Ruthie - Thanks for the kind words. But have you ever noticed that when you FINALLY finish a project that has been nagging at you FOREVER, you feel this perverse sense of loss . . . almost like not having an old friend around anymore? (Good grief, Mama Pea, get over it!) :o)