I received a pleasant surprise for Christmas this year. Though my grandmother died several years ago, sorting out her affairs has been a nightmare for her children. Her house, while semi-organized, was a hoarder’s paradise. Food that expired before I was even born. More Christmas decorations than a dozen families would need in a lifetime. Pots and pans, books, clothes, toiletries. I believe my mother said she hauled away fifty-seven bags of items to Goodwill and it’s still full of “junk.”
For Christmas, though, while my parents were up to visit, they took me to her home to look around and pick up anything I might want or need. Besides more cookbooks and gauzy scarves than I could shake a stick at, I came home with four large containers of fabric and trim. Serious jackpot but it has taken me forever, obviously, to work through. I’m not even close to having sorted it all out. I did discover some surprising finds, however. Buried in a container full of old crochet trim and lace were these items.
I’m not sure if these are family items or not, what with my grandmother having been born in 1922. They’re in surprisingly good shape, though, with only a few stains here and there. I could actually use them with confidence if I were so inclined. At the moment, though, I’m more interested in preserving them. The structure of crochet is such that it can’t be reproduced by machine, which means these were hand-created for wear and I can almost feel the history when I hold them. That’s something, I think, that should be honored and treasured for as long as I can keep them around.