by Debbs Hammett

I’m sure you’ve heard the saying that life is like a tapestry. Doesn’t that sound elegant? Imagine beautifully colored threads woven together to reflect the story of your life. Well, in my family, it’s more like a crocheted afghan. It’s an image that always reminds me of my Grandmother, Antoinette. She loves putting crazy colors of yarn together. Her fingers moving so quickly you couldn’t tell what she was doing, but before you knew it another afghan was finished! My Mom ended up with closets full of these brightly colored crocheted hugs.

My Mom doesn’t crochet. She knits! Squares of fun colors join together to make you guessed it! Afghans! Mom only knits when it’s cold so she’s not as prolific as Gran has been, but if you find yourself at my parent’s house during the winter there will be a throw nearby. Wrap yourself up! It sure feels like love to me.

Below is a picture we took of five generations in my family. My Grandmother will be 97 this June. Check out what she has in her lap! Oh and by the way, check out what I have in mine! My grandson, Cole (now two years old) and his new brother Wyatt are new squares in my crazy afghan!

Years ago Gran taught me to crochet and Mom taught me to knit. These two extraordinary women added to the crazy color afghan that is my life and I’m forever grateful to them both.

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