I'm venturing back to blogland and all those sweet comments have given me the tearies. Thanks for the sweet thoughts on my travails and my Digitessa.
I wish I had something to show for myself this weekend but my camera isn't cooperating. I'm not worried.
Here's a gratuitous Wii picture:
His and hers GHIII guitars for the Wii, differentiated only by our sticker preferences. Oh, and I sewed that pillow that they are leaning against. From scratch, with no pattern. (Eat your heart out Martha!) That's the only crafty angle I have here today. Or is it?
That rocker is a recent acquisition. This winter, my Aunt Nan gave me some of my grandmother's things. The rocker was one, as was this crocheted coverlet I have draped over a bench. (The bench I received after she died in 1999).
According to my Aunt, my grandmother began this project when her youngest, my father, left for college. I can't imagine the time it took to crochet all these squares.
I'm pretty sure it's mercerized cotton. My tendinitis is twitching, just thinking about it. That is a devotion I have yet to encounter in myself. It's wonderful to be the owner something so precious in familial associations as it is in its needle art associations.