Tonight is my monthly bunko game. I went rummaging through the craft closet trying to come up with a gift to take because I so desperately did not want to go to the store.
I rummaged my way to this little bag I crocheted up in imitation of Bella Dia's Button Hole bag a few years ago. All that was left to do was to sew it together and add some kind of embellishment.
I did it, and now I'm afraid I don't want to give it away.
It would be fine if I knew the person who received it would love it, but what if they don't?
What if the person who ends up with it hates it?
What if it's Phyllis' oven mit?
It is a bit lumpy, and the ribbon is the best choice of what I had in the closet, though not what I would pick in an ideal situation, but I love it, and accordingly want it to be loved. Is that too much to ask?
Grandma was into these little faces one year. She has a family tree hanging on her wall with little faces of all our ancestors. This is me.
2 comments:
That bag is loved. By me.
Good news, it went to a good home. Someone even swapped for it, so I was happy.
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