For those who may not know what that referred to as is the needlework in all its forms, knitting, crocheting, weaving, lacemaking, etc.
For my beloved grandmother was crocheting a very dear employment. I don't know how many quilts, and bedspreads she crocheted. Not to mention all the little (and quite large) canvases she produced with their industrious hands.
on to crochet smådukar, such as to put between the starter and varmrättstallriken if you cloths to a nice dinner. The canvases could, with advantage, be used as ornament in a small glass or porslinsfigur, a vase or a photo. Such was the plenty of the home of my grandparents.
If I close my eyes and think of me so where 30-35 years back in time, I can see the granny in front of me. She always had something for the hands. She was not with a soup ladle or spatula at the ready at the stove, she sat with a crocheted edging. No sooner had she struck down the butt in the sofa until the small bag with the yarn and crochet hook went up.
a crocheting on the bleach. I loved to see her doing needlework and she found new patterns all the time, often in a weekly paper in frissan.
When I'd confirm me for soon 50 years ago was the grandmother out with virknålen in good time. She would I as an homage to me, the core to brudkistan by crochet lace to the half a dozen monitored by any health agency and also made it. It was just that when I had met the master of the house and was ready to stand bride was monitored by any health agency history. Then it was the duvet cover with it, but granny forgave that I not only sewed up my white spetslakan two and two, but also colored them hot pink.
I often think of my grandmother and especially this time of year. Then, she feels really present. She always has pride of place in the kitchen in the middle of the table. There are then two weeks påskriset which I have adorned with those cute little hats that she crocheted.
Förspilld imbued? Forget it!