I've finally picked up crocheting again, finally. My Grandma taught me when I was 10 or so, and I never really did anything with it. I would putter here and there over the years, mostly when I was bored or was feeling extra adhd. So in the last few weeks I've been feeling a lot of both of those, and decided to pull out my old yarn and hooks. I got on YouTube and watched videos over and over again until I remembered how to do certain stitches, and then practiced. Last week while at my Grandma's, I asked her to show me how to finish hats, I've made so many pieces and then never finished them, so I wanted to finish them! I've almost exhausted my yarn collection, and made 4 hats. I'm guessing they would fit a preemie, newborn, 1 year old, and possibly an 18 month old. ( I tested my largest on my 2 year old cousin while at Grandma's and it was a little too small, so this is how I am measuring.) Anyway, I've had a lot of fun and predict that my future children will never want for a nice winter hat (until they are teenagers at least...) :D
This week I ran off to Preston, to visit my Grandparents. Oh how I love Preston. I spent many a Sunday during my childhood playing in the streets of Preston, and at Kings, and Stokes, and across the street from Grandma's at the track playing in the "sandbox". Once I even climed up the stairs of the Oneida Stake Academy building in the pitch black, to the bell tower-to help my grandpa ring the bell on Preston's birthday. I spent my days eating Banana Creamies Ice Cream Bars, and getting penny candy from the gas station down the street. Sitting at the corner of 2nd south and 1st east every summer, waiting to be thrown salt water taffy and hording chocolate milk, and if I was lucky, watching Adam get hit by a frisbee :) Sitting on the piano bench at dinner because I had the smallest bum, and eating thirds of Thanksgiving rainbow jello and Grandma's rolls. I have so many awesome, nostalgic memories from my time spent in Preston. I have so much fun going back now and remembering all of the things I used to do, and in some cases, continue to do. I love being in a home (and town for that matter) that is so laid back, and simple. If I could live with my grandparents forever, I think I might. Or at least next door. I'm so glad that I am closer now, than I have been in over 10 years. I can't wait to go back next month to sit at the corner of 2nd south and 1st east to wait for the salt water taffy and to wave at the pretty girls on horses.
