onward i suppose

Ha! I guess i thought about it to much since then. The weather is nicer today brisk and sunny. I think my mind is nicer. It accomplishes so much to write. Anyways all these projects I've been meaning to work on. I wish my hands were nimble to crochet a million things at once with bright colors. I wish i could make caps for babes in a second like my greatgrandmother did. There wasn't much other connection there. I loved to play dressup with my dolls and I would go into her room and ask for a shoe or dress for my barbie and half a minute later she would say "is this the right size?" while still whipping up the bodice or the sole. Maybe she learned mostly from it beong a hobby, I doubt it, she crocheted all sorts of sweaters and blankets for her family - it was neccessity. But really I'll never know she suffered a severe stroke in her early 80's. She lay there unable move fluidly... it was the saddest. Her death was the split of a family.
Perhaps in my time I will learn to create magnificent pieces for those I love, until then i'll struggle to make a simple cloth with awkward fingers.