This will contain no crafting updates or lessons. It has been only five months since Mom joined Dad and I am still processing my grief. If you have any fresh grief or if you are particularly sensitive, you may want to skip this post. Crafting updates will resume with the next post.
My memories of my Grandmother, Mom’s Mother, are of her smoking at the kitchen table, cooking dinner, eating pretzels while watching Wheel of Fortune, sitting on metal lawn chairs (not those woven ones with metal frames but heavy metal chairs I wish I had today) while listening to the Cleveland Indians on the radio and watching fireflies, and her crocheting. She was always crocheting or sewing. I have more memories of my Mom, but still, crocheting, plastic canvas, (she learned loom knitting because it was mentioned in the Knitting Retreat series by Betty Hechtman, a good series that I read because it got Mom interested in Loom Knitting), and always encouraging my desire to learn new techniques. Mom never tired of telling me how proud her Mother would have been to see me learning all of the new (old/traditional) crafts. Of course, I never got mom to try spinning, though I did trick her into learning needle tatting so she could help me teach a class on it; that was so much fun. I came to realize just recently, how lucky I was to have crafting be a part of my memory as far back as I can remember, while I was working.
During a crafting triage session, where people can bring whatever they are working on for a bit more help, I had one patron show up. She is a lovely middle aged woman who wanted to know why she couldn’t get the same results twice when using her knitting loom. We determined that she needs to keep better records of what she is doing, and even out her tension. However, during this session, while she was working from a couple of tangled skeins of yarn I came to realize that she did not know how to hand wind her yarn into a ball. I’m not talking about using a notepinne to create a center pull ball, just a plain old ball of yarn. The kind that tends to go bouncing all over the house if you are not careful. By checking YouTube I see that they are all promoting how to wind a center pull ball as the only method, oh well. We spent some time working on this new skill, and at the end she had three balls of white yarn and two more tangled skeins of blue to practice on.
What this really caused me to realize is how very lucky I am to have been raised by a Mom that was crafty. Actually Dad used to make things with macrame and I remember him doing Rug Hooking for a time, so Dad was crafty as well. I have Aunts, Dad’s sisters, that Quilt, Sew, Knit, and Crochet so there is still a ton of Crafty influence and encouragement in my life. You know how it goes, intellectually you understand how lucky you are to have the support and influences that you do, but until you are faced with someone that hasn’t had those advantages it doesn’t occur to you, Not everyone knows how to make a ball of yarn. Those people that pull a length of yarn from the edge of a skein and cut it off really do not realize how much damage they are doing to the usability of the rest of the skein.
I miss mom, as spring begins to bloom and I realize that I do not need to traipse all over the back hills to pick every single daffodil that dares peek it’s head above ground, the ache becomes more apparent. I am glad that is is with her parents and Dad, happy that she is no longer trapped by the ever growing limitations of her body, and pleased that she and Dad are looking down on the family. Remembering the good times helps to ease the ache and deepen the sorrow all at the same time.
Okay, rant and reminiscing over. There are more crafts to do, the weather is warming up, I should work on cutting down the weeds so I can create pretty flower beds out front.
Until next post, be happy for your support, remember your loved ones, and Live a Life A Little More Abstract.