Dear Readers, CLFers and Fiberistas,
I have been a bad blogger. True the end of Spring heralds a level of activity that makes the need for Warp Drives even more apparently obvious, but the real truth of it is, since Grandma died I haven’t had a ton of inspiration for my writing. I have a million things to do at home with the kids,who being teens are busy with life and friends, and activities, and I have presents to make for family, still working on the comfort afghans…and and and well, I’ve had my ups and downs.
The truth is, there is a hole in my life that will be filled someday (maybe), I miss my grandma with everything in me. So much good has happened in the last month, and I still pick up the phone to call her, and then remember that no earthly phone will work.
So, here’s the blog post you’ve all been waiting for me to get around to. I know I’ve said it before, but I felt I need to say it again. Back off the anti-grandma and mom sentiments.
“Ain’t your mama’s crochet” and “Ain’t your grandma’s crochet”: What the hell is that supposed to mean? My mom crocheted (she mostly sewed) but her stuff was cool, my aunts, my great aunts, my mother’s mom Grandma Grace was an expert crocheter, my Great Grandma crocheted…I still have their things, they are a connection to those people some of whom I knew and some I never got the opportunity to meet. I would also like to point out I am a crochet mama and my kids and neices and nephews love what I make them…Not all of what I make is the “latest” or “trendiest” designs, some of the items are right out of 1955, and I wasn’t even born yet, I just possess the patterns!
Back off the grandma and mom kick, because frankly I am insulted. Why is being a mom or a grandma a bad thing? Why does it make us less? Why is it not fashionable to be the person who raises and loves the children who grow up to be adults and hopefully contribute something to this planet, besides a big mess? WHY?
I will tell you once again, I only wish I could be half the crocheter my maternal grandmother was, her work taught me more than any modern book.
That and again, I’m a little raw, I just lost my grandma, the one that didn’t crochet, but she made damn good clam fritters. She never taught me to make them, but I watched her do it. As a result last night I made a dinner feast like you wouldn’t believe…so get this people: Grandmas are important and so too are mothers, don’t deride the people who love us and hopefully cared enough to be there for us.