In my gathering of materials for another project yesterday I came upon this...
A pattern written in my Grandmother's hand, and a sample crocheted by my Mother's.
I made the decision to give the pattern a try. I dove into my stash and found these threads reminding me of the first Violets of spring spotted only that morning.
I noticed within a round or two that my hook was too big, but I generally drink out if a bigger jar than the jelly jars I remember these coasters going on as a child.
I spent the quiet time working on it reflecting on my healing of the difficult bits within my relationship with my mother. Her 75th birthday would have been tomorrow. She's been gone now almost 5 years.
I finished it up and tucked it over my favorite drinking jar. I left the mistakes, I changed the pattern, I worked with what I had and made it my own.
This will be an everyday item in my world, not like the special occasion coasters I remember mainly laying in the linens drawer while growing up.
Herstory...the story told by the work of women... lives on!
My Story... that I only now begin to know... lives on!
Beautiful hand work of three beautiful women.
Now rather than a memory tucked in a box I have a daily reminder of the threads I carry and how they were once carried by other women before me.
Hugs All!
~all text and images are my own
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