Crocheting

Many years ago as young married woman I began crocheting blankets for new babies and made my mother-in-law pair of slippers she tried on and giggled in delight. I’m not one to show independent indifference to response so kept this moment close to my heart.

Years later after giving birth to my four children and as a single mom putting my time into parenting began crocheting my own afghan. In afternoon I watched financial shows on TV trying to learn better management skills like amounts of savings out of gross income. The blanket was made of granny squares in double crochet and circles that offends the senses. My mother was an exceptional knitter of baby sweaters, mittens or jackets but this pattern she shrugged as outside her ability.

Then, last Christmas I’m given my first magazine of crochet patterns from my young grandson but he wonders if these pictures of small creatures crocheted into shape too difficult for me. So I began this bag out of double crochet last winter and now enjoy. My morale of this story is when all seems troubled find some crafting wool and begin. Many great folks do.

Merry Christmas all around the world. My next nonfiction story

Making Tracks

reads like a sequel to

Essences of Tongcheng

with one of my former students sharing her thoughts from China.

Christmas Crochet Bag by Maulo

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Essences of Tongcheng