i've decided that since I have so much time on sundays (church doesn't start until 1:30 (i'm going to die on fast sundays)), that I'll give my blog readers (all 10? of you) a little update on how I'm doing here at college, since I know there are some of you who worry about me.
So far, life's been good. it was hard to say goodbye to my dad, but after he left, things were better. Well, mostly. We arrived just as they closed the main office, and they're only open from 9-5 M-F, so I am currently keyless and stuck here until I get my own key. (Unless I go out with my roommates/borrow someone's key)
Since I've been kind of landlocked, I've found stuff to do. Since homework is, at this point, nonexistant, i've started up crocheting again. I learned how to do it several years ago, learning from the best: my mother.
There was a relief society activity where the sisters were taught how to crochet. I was in Young Women's at the time, and they were invited to join the relief society if they wanted to. so together, my mom and I started on making dishcloths.
Our finished products showed our skill level. My mother's was perfect, years of pracice showing through. Mine was longer, and far from the fished version my mother had. Mine was wider in some parts and skinnier in others. And yet...
Despite its imperfection, i'm proud of that dishcloth. I made, it, all on my own, with a little help from my mom. Now, as I'm making this one, it's much better than my last attempt. So far, it's staying square in shape. And everytime I make a link, i think of how this simple act of crocheting links me to my mother. How small and simple acts bind us together. What once was a crazy craft that my fingers and hands couldn't do, now is something i'm proud I can do.
I think Mom would be proud of me, too.
No doubt, Nessa. No doubt. :)
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