I don't have a lot of crochet items myself, but I love admiring them for the many hours, the steady hand and the untiring eye their creators must have put into their loving task. And every time I see such an accomplishment, I'm always reminded of a friend of my Grandma Churchill who tatted lace on a broomstick and my own Grandma Williams who was known to work up a doll-faced potholder ensemble or two.
Mom has certainly spend some hours crocheting over the years. There's still the blue-toned afghan she made that has been in the family since I was a child and the delicate angel decorations that sometimes make it to the Christmas tree. And then Cheryl, when she puts her mind to it, is the power afghan crocheter extraordinaire. Just ask my LA pal Ruth Handel who has had one of Cheryl's jewel-toned creations on her living room sofa since she married.
I've limited my own display of crochet pieces to another of my sisters afghan masterpieces that rests happily on a side chair in my living room. Every time I wrap up in it on a chilly day or offer it to an overnight guest, I imagine it offering the same kind of cheery welcome as this warm and cozy little cup of tea.
Always Frugal, Always Fabulous,
The Elegant Thrifter