No mojo

This year has not started out as I mean to go on. I’ve not blogged at all and that’s partly because I haven’t touched a hook or needle for weeks. I have no reasons, or even excuses; my mojo has just vanished.

The last thing I did finish was my Roses for Grandma blanket. After more than two years of working on it in dribs and drabs, I finally crossed the finish line at some point between Christmas and new year 2020. And here it is:

The pattern is (Rav link) Roses on Lace by Pat Gibbons. The roses and forget-me-nots are mostly Eco Cotton yarn, with some Ricorumi for the leaves. The cream is a little bit of cotton I had leftover in my stash with no label on, but mainly Women’s Institute Soft & Smooth acrylic. And every last bit of it is infused with memories of my Grandma. I never could forget about her, but it’s comforting to have something physical that I can wrap around myself and be warmed by as I remember.

Hannah

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Roses for Grandma

I was quite close to my Grandma. When I was in college I went to her house on the mornings I had late lectures, she was the inspiration for some of my assignments at uni, and she cried at my graduation (although not as much as my Mum). When I lived in Crewe she was only ever 10 minutes away, and even when I moved to Glasgow I would always make time to see her during my visits.

Grandma passed away about five years ago, and honestly I still don’t think I’ve recovered.

Last week I had a dream about my Grandma. She was in a warehouse full of everything I’ve ever lost or forgotten, trying to understand why she was there. I cried when I woke up. Of course I will never forget her, but it hit my heart and I decided I want to make something in memory of her, something to remind me every time I see it how much she meant to me.

I remember Grandma always smelling of roses, and any hint of rose scent brings my memories of her into focus, so I wanted whatever I made to feature at least one rose. I also knew I wanted a blanket, to comfort me as Grandma did so many times.

A long, looong Ravelry dive (and a nudge from Tony) brought me to the Leisure Arts pattern Roses On Lace, and I instantly knew it was the one.

I’ve only got this far and I’ve already cried three times; it’s always bittersweet remembering the people you’ve lost. But every time I work on it I feel that as long as I remember my Grandma, she will never really be gone.

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