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My mother passed on to me the inability to sit
still. Whether watching a movie, traveling, or visiting with friends, her hands
were always busy spinning, knitting, or crocheting. And as soon as I was old
enough, she attempted to pass her skills on to me. I was a decent but
disinterested spinner, an abysmal knitter, but a voracious crocheter. My first
crochet projects were simple picot edgings on receiving blankets, but I was
soon craving more exciting projects. Before too long, I jumped into the
challenging world of lace crochet. And, trust me, my mom's support kept
me from giving up and finding a less productive hobby like shopping.
For Christmas one year, I decided to make my
mother a filet crochet dresser scarf. This was my first attempt at filet
crochet, but mom was right there with me throughout the entire project-offering
encouragement even when she didn't know how to fix my mistakes. The dresser
scarf wasn't finished by Christmas and instead became a Mother's Day gift. But
despite the fact that the finished piece was inexplicably several inches too
short, it still proudly rests on my parent's antique dresser.
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