Rugs

Every winter one of my favourite pastimes is to crochet rugs. I enjoy the creativity and the calming effect it has on my soul. Last winter I finished 15. I use the same pattern, but using different colours doesn’t allow for monotony. Knowing which child will be receiving the rug ensures that I crochet with love. I learned to crochet from my Mum. She was an extraordinarily talented woman. She didn’t limit herself to one pattern! In the days before baby denim, Mum would crochet baby sets and shawls and they were exquisite. She lived until she was 100 and was still crocheting until a few months before her death. I would do the base of the rug and she did the minor pieces. It was a joy to work so closely with her. I remember as a child watching my mum crochet with a hook made from bone. For a few years after her death I didn’t pick up a crochet hook. Now I am back to using my limited crocheting ability to bring some warmth to little people and joy and satisfaction to myself. The gift I received from my Mother is a gift that lives on. For that I am so grateful. For years I saw how much joy the results of Mum’s efforts and talent gave to so many. My efforts come nowhere near the perfection and beauty created by my mother, but I enjoy the smiles and pleasure on the faces of the recipients.

Excellence is not being perfect but doing the best we can with what we have.