It's crazy how ordinary things in your life become so precious the moment your loved one who made them takes her last breath. My grandma was amazing at crocheting things. By far better than anyone else in the world. Oh, how I miss her...
Below are some pics of Baby Will with afghans my Grandma Bernice (R.I.P.) made and also the baby blanket she made me when I was born. Fortunately, I spent LOTS of time with her in the summers when I was growing up and was periodically allowed to pick from her secret stash of completed afghans (it was hidden in the bottom of her closet underneath big boxes of yarn)! I've always kept them and my baby blanket in storage so they are in such great condition still. I'm missing one though, for sure, so I need to find out if my madre has that one stashed somewhere :)
Below are some pics of Baby Will with afghans my Grandma Bernice (R.I.P.) made and also the baby blanket she made me when I was born. Fortunately, I spent LOTS of time with her in the summers when I was growing up and was periodically allowed to pick from her secret stash of completed afghans (it was hidden in the bottom of her closet underneath big boxes of yarn)! I've always kept them and my baby blanket in storage so they are in such great condition still. I'm missing one though, for sure, so I need to find out if my madre has that one stashed somewhere :)
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