Grandmas Afghan
I grew up with a grandma who crocheted. We each had Afghans gifted to us. The colors of the yarn were handpicked, and the patterns were all unique. Each of us kids got a gift that took hours of labor and love. So, at night when I’m cold I throw my Afghan over me and wrap it around my legs. I remember her sitting in her tan living room swivel chair with the multiple colors of yarn around her, helping her unravel a new bundle of colorful yarn and wrapping it into a ball so it was easier for her