At this point, at the age of 85, Grandma has lost most of her eyesight and is becoming smaller and more fragile. But she still crochets. The hook slowly moves as she feels the stitches. She might just do a row a day, but she still loves yarn. And her stash keeps growing, thanks to the contributions on my part. And she can still spot a lovely yarn. Last time she visited, she snugged three balls of Baby Ull. She knows exactly what she needs them for. In turn I got from her a mystery box.
When we opened it we found the little skeins of… fishing line…cotton fishing line! From the time when there was no modern plastic fishing line in Russia? The date on one of the packages says October 1, of 1973!
Grandmother used to crochet beautiful lace centerpieces and table runners from this string.
The small blue ball is an upholstery ribbon, that used to decorate a sofa in my Grandmothers home about 40 years ago.
It is interesting but I started getting closer to my Grandmother after I became Orthodox. She liked it that I was living “right”, the way her beloved father lived. Also not observant herself she was a happy exception among my relatives, who decided that I lost my marbles. When I started crocheting about 10 years ago, she was not encouraging. She kept telling me that mothers do not have “free time”, I should be doing something for the kids. Year after year my skills grew. The first compliment came about four years ago. “So, maybe she is not waisting her time”. The next one was “It is not all bad”. Then last year “Acceptable”. This year she told my mother “She is very good”. “Very good” – I could not believe it! I was so happy.
She showed me a new stitch pattern yesterday and had me going in no time at all.
I can already see some hats made using it. And maybe a skirt?..