|Of fall colors|
Some time before she died– in July 1976– my grandmother crocheted for me a coat-length, hooded sweater of granny squares. I’ve worn it every Fall for over 37 years. It’s a rare year that it receives no comments. Just last week, at the High School Football game,
the lady sitting to Mr. Big Food’s right, asked if she could take a look at it. She thought she might make one for her mother– who’d just moved in and would love it as a Christmas gift.
I’ll tote it along with me tomorrow morning and it will keep me warm in the climate-controlled-for-polar bears class room. (Miss M is so pissed off about climate-control that she took a blanket with her this morning!)
It’s a subtle thing– walking around in cool retro hip Granny Squares each Fall.
But something’s gotta give. And who knows? It might just be Granny Squares that tips the tide.