gift of love

My mom used to crochet.

Little string and a tiny hook and her right hand would blur as she made a chain, I think she called it.

Two of my daughters crochet. One of them has sold a pile of her work, but she works with fat fuzzy yarn and a hook the size of my first finger. She goes right at it too.

Then there is my oldest. Mildly compulsive (like her dad) and full of way more enthusiasm than any of the rest of us. She doesn’t crochet regularly, but when she does she goes at like a dervish.

Anyway for Miriam’s birthday, Arline -- the oldest one I just mentioned -- crocheted an afghan for Miriam. It is nice and fluffy, just right for a mid afternoon nap.

Then to make it really special she made this label. She quotes King David in Psalms 139:19.

It is a piece of beauty and a treasure. We will make good use of it.

And imagine making those stitches and counting: “fifty six thousand and three; fifty six thousand and four . . . :

PS Deanna tells me that she crochets and Arline knits, so I have it wrong in my head. You gals know the difference but I may not!