Odd book.
A woman of ice meets a man of fire. The ice is metaphorical -
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Welcome
Tea and crochet are the two things I most associate with my grandmother. Tea because of the wonderful little gossip-fests she'd have with friends and a steaming pot in the kitchen, while I watched round-eyed, allowed to stay as long as I was quiet, sipping from a cup of heavily sugared tea. Crochet because her hands were always moving, always making something, a crocheted afghan, a knitted sweater. Not as a craft but from depression-era thriftiness, a need to be productive.
For me, crafting is what I do when I don't need to be productive. Crafting and reading, cup of tea in hand, recharging for another day's productivity.
For me, crafting is what I do when I don't need to be productive. Crafting and reading, cup of tea in hand, recharging for another day's productivity.
No comments:
Post a Comment