She was always sitting there. That’s how I remember her anyhow. Crochéting away in front of the TV, her small, weatherbeaten hands taking on life of their own. Hundreds of pot holders were born in that armchair. Sometimes I would crawl up in her lap, close my eyes and draw in that special grandma smell. And take comfort in the feel of her soft, wrinkly skin.
Grandma’s is made entirely from old pot holders, hand crochéted by Anna-Stina,
a lovely Grandma.
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