My grandmother died two Christmases ago. Our relationship was fraught with complexity I won't go into here.
But the following summer my Aunt Chris, whom I adore, had me come over to the house to sift with her. Maybe a drawer or two? But it was also a bit of a museum tour of how much crap a person can accumulate if they don't pay attention. There was a lot of crap.
Chris picked up a plastic bag, not a ziploc, but a baggie, filled with crochet hooks. It had a note: Bridgett has the steel hooks. In fact I did. And here were more of their kind, and others.
I took them home. I left them when I moved out. When I came back on one of my many trips to gather my shit and move it with me, the pieces of bits and ephemera I would realize were missing and I wanted, my ex gave me the baggie of those hooks.
I took them to my new home. Stared at them on my dining room table awhile. Made patterns with them, little pictures. Made a sunburst. Decided it fit my little craftsman house, if I were to mount them somehow.
That is freakin' cool. Fantastic! Perfect!
ReplyDeleteAs a crocheter, I approve this art.
ReplyDeleteI am so going to steal this idea if I'm ever dealing with the crocheting hooks and knitting needles from my Mom or sister.
ReplyDeleteI love this! Repurposing loved objects into something new that makes you happy. How perfect.
ReplyDeleteI love this so much. I have what I think is tatting supplies that belonged to my grandmother. I wonder what art I could make with them.
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