In March last year, I wrote a post about a crochet blanket Mum had been making.
It was all but finished, with only the border to complete.
I don’t crochet, but I have a friend, The Norwegian, who does.
She gave the finished blanket back to me on Sunday,
slightly concerned that the gold wool had run out
and that she’d finished it in lime green.
I smiled when she told me.
It was the perfect end to this blanket’s story.
Mum had a strong faith and never minded when things weren’t quite perfect,
as “only God makes things perfect”.