a handicap. Or maybe I was just too impatient. Maybe I’d be more patient now. I should give it another try. My mom crocheted more than she knitted. I have a few afghans that she crocheted. She was a prolific crocheter. Reading her journals, she was always just finishing another afghan. She made a lot of small afghans for children for Project Linus, which provides handmade blankets to children 0-18 in the United States who are seriously ill, traumatized, or otherwise in need. She must have made hundreds of blankets for Project Linus.
I also thought it was interesting that someone brought in a shoebox full of old greeting cards they, or other people they knew, received. I was flipping through them with the notion of maybe using the pictures on the front of the cards for...something (I did see one that would've looked adorable in a frame) and I noticed a few of the cards were pretty...chatty. I picked up one; the sender had written three paragraphs about settling into their new home in Georgia, planting veggies, mowing their lawn by hand, etc. It wasn't anything SUPER personal but it was an interesting glimpse into someone else's life.
My mom was always crafty (and she could never understand why neither of her daughters were into doing crafts, which isn’t even true because I remember my sister going through a candlemaking stage). Anyway, when we were kids, we had a stack of Christmas placemats that my mom had made by collaging the nicest of the Christmas cards she received. She finished by coating them with something clear that made them cleanable with a damp sponge. In those days, sending Christmas cards was a big thing. My parents probably recieved a few hundred Christmas card each year.
