Now...my mother is a FANTASTIC craftista. She can do every possible craft that involves a needle and thread or yarn AND she does it very well. But whenever Gma comes to visit Mom finds all her latest unfinished projects and other items she couldn't get JUST right. Then, grandma being grandma...she sees these projects, throws her hands up in the air baffled and goes, "Oh my gosh. YOU do dat?!"
We concede. Tell her we'll never be as good as she is (which is ridiculously true) and hand over the project. Not only did we spend over 2 weeks to start and get to the point where we stopped, but we thought we'd done a pretty good job. Grandma. Grandma takes the project...gives it a once-over then tears the entire thing out. Before she leaves for home (sometimes only a 2 day visit) she hands us back a finished product. Better than it was when she was first handed the project.
As Mom, Gma and I were sitting around crafting on Saturday night I asked my dad to get me a pair of socks since my foot and toes were on the cold side. Gma asked if it was circulation that was keeping it blue and I told her it probably was. She stops and puts the needlework on her lap. She looks me dead in the face and says, "Then you need to get up and walk around. Stop be so lazy all da time!!"
"Grandma. I'm on crutches!"
She starts laaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuughing!!!!! It was the most darling laugh. Her and my mother couldn't breathe because they were laughing so hard. Then again...neither could I.