Okay so today’s crochet quote comes from a weird source … an obituary … but I just thought it was so poetic and so colorful and celebrated crochet (and the domestic arts) so nicely that it couldn’t slip by without sharing:
“She was forever a hostess, making sure that everyone was comfortable and attended to. Her hot rolls, spudnut donuts, peanut brittle, cinnamon rolls, homemade bread and pies, pot roast, poetry and crochet will be missed by all!”
Will you remember anyone for their crochet when they are gone?
