07/30/2026
So this is how it went.
Arthur (my grandson, 3Β½, watching me crochet): Nona?
Me (me, older than him, crocheting): Arthur?
Him: Can you make me a bwanket?
Me: Pardon me?
Him: WILL you make me a bwanket, pwease?
Me: Of course I will! What color do you want your blanket to be?
Him: Bwack!
Me: Okay!
Also me (thinking): Black? π
Later that evening, it registered.
He wanted me to crochet. A black blanket. Now I love my grandson. With my whole heart. I really do. But.
I don't love MYSELF enough to crochet a black blanket (those who crochet know what I mean). So I decided that I would sew a quilt. I headed off to Michaels (I still miss my girl JoAnn so hard π) and found black, grey, and white cotton, and made a blanket.
And he likes it. β€οΈ
π· styled by shauna