I always thought my grandma was the kindest person there was. She was so very generous with her skills with crocheting and knitting. I can't remember a time when she didn't have some sort of needles in her hands just working away - all to give her hard work away out of the kindness of her heart. She has since passed and my regret is that I didn't keep up with the lessons she gave me as a child. I was a pretty good crocheter myself but stopped working with her as I grew and life became busier for me.
Day 270
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White
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Danette