You make me wanna....crochet!

When my grandmother passed away years ago, my mother got this box of hers that she kept all sorts of stuff in. Photographs. Ticket stubs. Postcards. And a little swatch of novicely crocheted yarn, with a little piece of paper pinned to it on which she wrote "Nicole learning to crochet 8 years old February '85"

I recently did the little thing justice by putting it in a shadow box.




A touching tribute, I think, to my nana.