Monday, September 28, 2009

haunted by a memory....

When my sister was in jr high she learned to crochet in home ec
class and I begged and begged her to teach me to crochet. She delighted in being the older sister and held it over my head that I was too little...and she refused to teach me.
I can still see her curled up on the sofa in our family room with her yellow, orange and brown yarn tucked in a basket and the blanket she was working on heaped in a pile on her lap. It has taken some thirty odd years, but after spending hours on the end of the bed of a sick little girl Friday night.... I am on the way to my own's not the colors that are important........but the journey getting to this point and believing that I could.