Granny's Story
Oh, my dear, let me tell you a story—it’s one that’s stitched into every corner of my heart, just like the rows of a cherished afghan.
When I was a little girl, no more than eight or nine, the evenings seemed to stretch on forever. Life was quieter back then, simpler. I’d sit cross-legged on the floor, my knees barely brushing grandma’s rocking chair as it swayed back and forth. The smell of fresh-baking bread lingered in the air, mingling with the soft hum of the radio. But none of that mattered to me—not the music, not the bread. My eyes were fixed on her hands.
Oh, those hands! They moved like magic – a crochet hook in one and a skein of yarn flowing like a river from the other. I remember watching her so intently, trying to make sense of the loops and knots she was weaving. “What are you making, Grandma?” I asked, my voice full of curiosity.
She looked at me over her glasses, her eyes twinkling with that knowing sparkle only grandmas have. “I’m making stories, my dear,” she said. “Crochet isn’t just about making things. It’s about slowing down, weaving memories into every stitch, and creating something that lasts.”
As I grew, crochet became my constant companion. Every project had its own story—a blanket to greet a newborn into this world, a pair of potholders for cooking my family Sunday dinners, a hat that filled our home with laughter as my little sister tried it on, far too big for her head. Every project I made was a little piece of me—it was filled of memories. Those memories warm my heart and the soul. Life wasn’t always easy, but crochet gave me a sanctuary, each stitch drawing me deeper into the meditation of a repetitive pattern.
Through crochet, I bonded more deeply with my community. Neighbors would come to my parlor with tangled yarn and questions about patterns. Children sat by my feet, giggling as I showed them how to make tiny pom poms. And, as the years went by, folks started calling me "Granny Stitch," a name I now wear proudly, like my favorite cardigan. Now, my dear, I’m here to to welcome you into the community—to share everything I’ve learned with you.
Crochet is more than just loops and knots—it’s a way of slowing down, of finding joy in the small things, and of telling stories that last long after we’re gone. Whether you’re making your first granny square or tackling an intricate pattern, I’ll be right here, cheering you on.