Saturday, December 1, 2018

December One: Happy Things

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...

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.

So I did.


5 comments:

  1. That is freakin' cool. Fantastic! Perfect!

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  2. As a crocheter, I approve this art.

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  3. I am so going to steal this idea if I'm ever dealing with the crocheting hooks and knitting needles from my Mom or sister.

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  4. I love this! Repurposing loved objects into something new that makes you happy. How perfect.

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  5. I 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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