There’s something about November which causes me to turn to the sewing corner where I have all my yarn stored without even thinking about it…I’ve usually no particular project purpose in mind, just the feeling that it’s again time to steep myself in the warmth, colors and textures of whatever I’d stored away there throughout the spring and summer.
As I pulled apart an abandoned scrap of stitch experiments and began to ball it, I thought about my Portuguese grandmother who’d taught me to crochet when I was a little girl, for she was the one who insisted I hold my hand this way, wrapping softly over my index finger so that when I withdrew it, the yarn would settle into the ball without undue stretching, keeping it supple. Next to that, my middle finger crooks to make a guide, so the rounds won’t stray. I couldn’t have been more than 8 or 9 years old when she taught me this, yet it’s always stayed with me as the right way, and the only way—the wiser, ‘old one’s’ time-tested way.
Learn whatever you can learn from your elders while they are still with you. Learning from a YouTube video just cannot compare, and it will seldom give you a memory like this to cherish.
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