I had good intentions for a review today. I was planning to read Jenn McKinlay’s new release, It Happened One Christmas Eve.
It’s the third book in her Museum of Literature series, available through Kindle or Audible. On Jungle Red Writers, Jenn calls it her “own holiday modern version of a madcap romantic escapade”, inspired by It Happened One Night. I’m looking forward to it, so I’ll have a review on Friday.
But, instead of reading last night, I called my Mom. I received a special Christmas gift yesterday, and I was told to open it when it arrived. My niece, Kelly, crocheted this beautiful afghan shown here. I cried when I opened it. Kelly knows I’m always cold. This is a very heavy afghan, and I’m looking forward to cuddling under it. It’s a perfect present for an always-cold reader.
So, instead of reading last night, I was talking with my Mom. This afghan is one of the most thoughtful gifts anyone ever gave me. Kelly gave her time and her heart to crochet this for me. It’s beautiful, and it’s warm.
Not to say I haven’t appreciated gifts before, including other ones that people made me. This one is very special.
So, I took a break last night to thank Kelly, thank Kelly’s Mom who mailed it to me, and call my Mom and rave about my niece and my afghan.
I hope sometime in your life someone gave you a gift that made you cry.
Beautiful.
It is. Thank you, Kevin.
The kindle book looks like fun. Yes, I received a hand crocheted colorful throw to snuggle under from a friend. That was a long time ago. When she gave it to me, she told me that her two teen girls were keeping warm under when she went to finish it. One of the girls has since passed away at the end of her wedding day from epilepsy.
I remember both of them, dark haired and very petite when they came with her to work before I retired. Her other daughter now has an autoimmune thyroid disease and may loose her eyesight, she is a trial for a medicine and all of us hope that she is receiving the real drug not the placebo. My friend and I have not seen each other in years but we write and send birthday and Christmas gifts each year. Friends are precious gifts to hold in your soul, I feel. I cry everytime I see her gift.
Those kinds of gifts are such precious reminders of love, Carolee.
What a beautiful throw and such a thoughtful gift. How special to know that in all the hours Kelly spent making it she was thinking of you and sending you her love. Enjoy grabbing a good book and wrapping up in it.
Thank you, Susan. We’re expecting a rainy weekend, the perfect time to grab a good book and wrap up in that afghan!
The afghan looks wonderful, so detailed, just beautiful!
My grandmother-in-law reacted similarly to a bakery birthday cake. Raised on a farm, never in her eighty-some years had she ever had a bakery cake made just for her. I’ll always remember how touched she was.
Oh, that’s so special, MM. I can understand that. What a thoughtful gift!
Nice. IT’s beautiful and what a thoughtful thing to do! Just lovely.
Thank you, Jeff!
That afghan is so beautiful, Lesa! You will treasure it for many years (especially the winters).
You’re right, Patricia. And, I can build a new living room around it when I retire and move at the end of next year.
What a treasure. Beautiful design. I used to crochet a bunch of afghans for my family.
It is a beautiful design, Bonnie. Thank you.
Your new afghan is so beautiful, Lesa. Such a special gift. Those gifts that make us cry are life’s treasures.
You’re right, Kaye. Those are the gifts that always make us smile and remember someone we love.
Right now, I’m on my laptop snuggled under one of several afghans crocheted by an aunt of mine. They are daily reminders of her love, though she’s been gone for more than a quarter century.
I love that, Jane, “daily reminders of her love”. That’s beautiful.
What a beautiful afghan and such a thoughtful gift from your niece. I have crocheted seriously off and on since I was about 20 and made several large afghans over those years and I know how much work goes into them.
Thank you, Tracy. Yes, it’s just a wonderful gift, and I appreciate how much time and work she put into it.