She taught me to crochet when I was 4-5 years old (SC border on an eyelet-edged hanky, it was tragic). When I wanted to learn how to knit, she wasn't very good at it back then but bought me a book and needles and helped me decipher the graphics. She used to get excited to try a new pattern.
I was on the phone with her last night. "Shit, I screwed up a couple rows back," I complain.
"On what?"
"My dishcloth."
"Your what?"
"Dishcloth. It's a peppermint."
"A. Peppermint. Dishcloth?"
"Uh huh." I'm a little distracted with getting back to the point where I messed up so don't quite notice her tone.
"Why? WHY are you knitting dishcloths?"
I have to stop plucking out stitches to remember exactly why I am knitting dishcloths. "Oh, my crafty Sybermom friends apparently had a dishcloth exchange awhile back. I missed it. Anyway, I think that all started with a link to a site with a whole bunch of dishcloth patterns. When I couldn't find a clean dishcloth to wipe down the counters and decided to make some, I remembered seeing the link. So. I started knitting dishcloths. Emily was so impressed with my dishcloths, she wanted to make some. So. We bought a gazillion balls of cotton and we crank out a couple every few days." I'm smiling--thinking about having crafty friends, a daughter who's picked up my passion for creating things with sticks and string (wow, that would be an awesome name for a blog...and it IS a blog, which I've added to my list) and our growing stack of really cool dishcloths.
"Dishcloths? I still don't understand. Sounds like someone with entirely too much time on her hands."
See, I told you she hasn't washed dishes since 1970 something. But where did her sense of "I make it because I can" go??
She is SOOOO getting those green and white dishcloths. I'm weaving in the ends and looking for a padded envelope right now. Maybe I'll send her the peppermints too. I can always make more. :-)
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