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Some of my most fond memories of my mother are of her being involved in one of her many arts and crafts hobbies. She did sketching, home décor and design, bead work, jewelry making, sewing, stained glass, painting, quilting, and crocheting just to name a few. She was good at everything she did.
Ever since I was a little girl I always wanted to crochet. It was something I grew up seeing my mother and my grandmothers do. I loved all the things they made. At one point my mother even owned a yarn and crochet shop. I would try and try. Mom tried to teach me. Both my grandmothers tried to teach me. Over the years various friends would try. But, I could never get the hang of it. I'm sure in no small part due to my lack of patience. I wanted to do it, and it be perfect... now! And art just doesn't work that way.
With the weather turning colder, my mind once again returned to thoughts of my mom and the things she would make. I was determined to learn to crochet once and for all. Its something I can do in the truck while we are moving, unlike drawing which requires the truck to be stationary due to all the bumps and such in the road. We were in the craft section and he bought me a book, a DVD, some yarn and several various sized crochet hooks. I studied the book, practiced some of the stitches. Watched several videos on how to crochet. And finally I think I have gotten the hang of it.
He's been incredibly supportive and encouraging, especially when I would get frustrated. I've actually finished a few small practice pieces and he just bought me the yarn to try to make my very first afghan. Needless to say I am incredibly excited. But there is also a part of me that is melancholy as I wish my mother were here to finally see me able to crochet. I wish there was a way to turn back the clock, or change the past, and allow me a cool afternoon of crocheting on the couch, sipping coffee, and talking with my mom as she was busy crocheting too.
Mom, I love you. And you are missed every single day.