I find crocheting to be very good for the nerves and productive at the same time. Nobody b****es when you sit around being productive and there's no guilt (speaking for myself here of course) like there is for being on the computer. Which is funny, meaning strange, to me. It seems to be alright for people to sit around for hours watching television, but using the computer for the same amount of time gets people up in arms. "Are you on that damned computer again?" Not that anyone has ever said that in so many words, but other indicators of that sentiment abound.
Anyway, I crocheted an afghan for my mom once, pink, red, and white granny squares, and then invited her over for dinner on Valentine's Day and gave it to her. This was all very symbolic for me, but I'm not sure that she got it. Maybe I underestimate her, I'm not sure. When she died, my sister and I decided that she should be dressed in white pajamas, not just any white pajamas, but very classy soft, flannel pj's with satin collar and cuffs from her favorite department store, and then covered up to the waist in the valentine afghan. Like we were tucking her into bed for the last time. This was hard for my dad to accept, being old school and all. He pointed out that she had a whole closet full of very nice dresses and suits. My mom spent the last year of her life in a vegetative state in a nursing home bed or a wheel chair.
I keep leaving hints to my daughters that I want a burial afghan made for me. Ideally, each of them would be involved by contributing granny squares that they crocheted. I envision mine as being a real crazy quilt of brilliant colors. I'm going to crochet one for my son and one for my husband.


Too funny!


