Could've Learned from the Master

My Grandma O. was the bomb at crocheting - she crocheted doilies, sweaters, scarves with such tiny detail, but we didn't appreciate them the way we should have while she was alive. It was her meditation, crocheting, knitting, it was her center and her way of joyously passing the time as her children and then grandchildren grew all around her, changed, the world changed, and she just contentedly crocheted to her heart's content.

I am starting a knitting class on Tuesday, bought my first few rolls of yarn and beginner needles today, helped out by a kindly lady at the yarn store. I could've learned from my Grandma, but I didn't really appreciate the art that she created then until now. Now I wish she was here to teach me all that she knew, all of her wisdom, all of her patience with her crocheting, knitting, with family, with the world. As long as she could meet needle to yarn in those intricate patterns, all was right in her world and that was always fine with her. Content, happy, simple - that's the way to be.