Since I haven't had one bit of desire to pick up needle and thread to do any cross stitching since Mom died, I have turned to crochet. In a way, it helps me feel closer to her. She was a crochet maniac. She always had a few projects in the works. I am disappointed that I never took the time to actually sit down and try to crochet her slippers with her. She always gave slippers to the kids at Christmas. And cotton dishcloths. You didn't leave her house without a dishcloth at Christmas. So, in that vein, I have decided that this year, instead of making ornaments for people, I am going to do dishcloths and try to make her slippers.
It is kind of funny, she never followed a pattern. She didn't write down her patterns. I found a soft briefcase full of patterns that she had bought and stored, but I am not even sure that she could follow a pattern. Not because she didn't know the stitches, but because she always flew by the seat of her pants and let her creativity take over. She made lots of afghans, scarves, dishcloths, hats and slippers.
This is Connor, asking me "Just how much yarn do you have, woman?!?!?!"Peace.