I had a battle with myself when I saw ‘Sophie’s Dream,’ by Debri Uys, at the Knitting and Stitching show last November.  It would take my crochet skills to a whole new level but should I indulge?  Temptation won.

The first square gave me massive grief.  I can usually memorise patterns quickly but this was something else.  Eyes glued to page, mental acrobatics took over as I translated from USA stitch terminology whilst struggling to master new and advanced crochet techniques.

The inner conflict over buying the pricey yarn spooked again.  I had allowed myself to become hooked (literally) by this painful self indulgence.  I do love a challenge but could I justify the time and effort required? After the first piece it became easier, even addictive, as the beautiful randomly dyed yarn transformed each square into a stunning original.

Half way through I gave it up for Lent to make a basket of prayer shapes for the Hospice, and to break the addiction.  By the time I resumed, we were in COVID19 lockdown which meant that 97 year old Mum had become inaccessible.  A pity, because the throw was just the thing to brighten up her room in the Care Home.  I would take it to her the minute restrictions were lifted.

But then Mum passed away, suddenly.  A strong family matriarch and woman of great faith and prayer, she is doubtless revelling in her fabulously furbished new home, but sorely missed down here.  So many loose threads ……… including the dilemma of who should have the blanket in her place.  As I reflected and prayed I believe she ‘told’ me it was to go to her lovely grand daughter, so faithful in visiting and caring for her.

I finished the last square, blocked it, deliberated on how to arrange the twelve (not easy), joined them then tackled the border.  Wow! It felt like an epic achievement.  There was a tiny tug of temptation to keep it – but I knew it was destined elsewhere

And this is how it was received:

‘Thank you for sending me the throw you made for Granny.  It’s beautiful – amazing!  I will so treasure it!  Such a lovely surprise.  I had admired it when I saw you post the first square on Facebook and to receive the finished piece was overwhelming.  It brought a tear to my eye.  Now I have a special piece of art to cherish forever and to leave to my own children.’

Like in the Bible story about the woman who poured expensive ointment over Jesus’ feet – you could say (and they did) – that the money would have been better spent to benefit the poor.  A valid point.  But can you put a price on an object (or act) that commemorates a very special person; a mother who has been such a strong role model to her large extended family?  Her influence lives on.