I made this lacy table runner four years ago as a gift to my mom. Since then I've taken photos of it on many visit to my parents, thinking I'd post about it, but never found the right words. And again, on this visit (I'm away again!), I photographed it.
While pregnant with Rebecca, I spent many hours on the sofa, lying on my left side - as per doctor's orders - crocheting away on this project. Many hours trying to keep my hands busy and my mind empty, trying not to think whether the baby was moving or not, and whether that kick I'd just felt was weaker than the one before.
And all along, wondering whether I was finally going to finish this lace, or whether, like the previous times, I would eventually unravel my work in tears (here).
In the end, I finished it. And after Rebecca was born, I gave it to my mother as a gift.
My hands have made many things. Some didn't turn out well, some are just ordinary, some I've been very pleased about. But every one has a piece of my life embedded in it.