I was thinking about George the other day. I was trying to find something clever to wrap a gift inside. That's when I thought of George.
George was he name we'd nicknamed our grandmother. She was a quite a character. She was short, plump and fiesty. And very loved by her grandchildren. It was George who taught me to crochet. Which brings me to the reason I thought of her when searching for the perfect container. You see, George loved crocheting homemade gifts. Each Christmas we'd find a pair of crocheted slippers stuffed inside a wrapped cardboard milk carton. One year I decided to try and make my own pair of crocheted slippers. It didn't work out so well. I still have the one slipper I finished. Probably just as well. Those milk cartons aren't as large as they used to be.
But thanks for the memory, George.
Yep, I've recieved many hand crocheted slippers tucked in funny containers. Happy memories.
ReplyDeleteMy mother crocheted lovely items--I tried it ONCE but it was soooooo scraggly, I never tried it again. Mom was also a good cook. I remember her baking cookies and candies and putting them in coffee cans for gifts. The coffee cans were covered with red felt Santa boots with white cuffs. Then the plastic lid was covered with a red felt circle. Made a cute little gift even before little ornaments or decorations were attached. :-)
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to ALL! Hope it's followed by a happy and prosperous New Year (with lots of publications!).
Shirley,
ReplyDeleteYour grandmother sounds like fun.
I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Writers Dream of a New Year!
Everyone should have a grandmother named George! Since I'm a grandma now, maybe I'll change my name to something fun like that. And, Shirley, you crochet beautifully!!!
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