When I was thirteen, my grandmother tried to teach me to crochet. I didn’t want to do it, so I didn’t. It looked boring and hard. Now that she’s gone, I wish that I had used that time to learn with her, the master in my opinion. It would have been more than learning to thread a huge needle through a piece of yarn. It would have been more time that I got to spend with an amazing woman. Now, I want to learn so that I can continue her work. She made blankets for all of her grandchildren and continued that tradition with her great-grandchildren. My twins, Maddisun and Mackenzie have one each, but the baby, Lillian, never met her, so she doesn’t have that heirloom, though she does carry my grandma’s name (Her middle name is Janice-Sue).
I need something to do other than read (though if given half a chance I’d do just that all the time!), so now that I have the opportunity to do so, I’ve decided to do as my grandmother wanted, and learn to crochet. With her, I never got past the slip-knot. Now I wish she were here to teach me. Learning this on my own is not an easy undertaking. She taught me to sew, which I am proficient in, and cook, which according to her is why I “caught me a man”. I know it seems like I’m going on and on about my grandma, but, she taught me so much, she had a great impact on my life. If I can be half as awesome as she was, half as amazing and perfect, I’ll be doing well. She was always the rock in my life when everything was falling apart. She always answered her phone when I needed someone to talk to. When she learned to text, she texted me everyday. And don’t even get me started on Facebook! When I lost her, I didn’t just lose my grandmother, I lost my best friend.
I know that this isn’t what anyone wants to read about, but it’s good background as to why I’ve chosen to learn to crochet (finally!). I’m not overly creative, or crafty, but I want to learn something that I can pass on to my girls, and maybe my grandkids. I can be like my grandmother. I can be the Janice in our family, the one who cooks like an angel, who always has the answers, and makes things from yarn by hand. It may be later than she wanted, but I hope she knows that I’m finally making the effort for her.