A while ago I had two posts about Grandma’s lace. That inspired me to get out the set she made for my christening.
I was born in the wintertime, so there’s a heavy-duty blanket.
It’s wonderfully made, and I wish the photograph did it justice. The yarn is discolored a bit by time, but the stitching is perfectly even throughout. That’s a ribbon she worked through the edge, as well, but I can’t figure out how she did it.
When my mother gave me the blanket, it was wrapped in a plastic bag, and she said, “Oh, and there’s a bonnet in there too.” Here’s a picture of what it looked like:
In preparation for photographing this, I removed it from the plastic bag, only to discover it wasn’t a bonnet at all. It looked like this:
On the back side, it was a second layer, with perfectly even rows of single crochet. I was baffled at first. I called over my Patient Husband and asked what he thought this was. He had no idea either. It’s only about eight inches long by maybe five inches wide.
Afterward, I found a row of snaps on the end, and I was able to open it up. At first we thought it might be a baby-sack, like a bunting. But then we realized what it really was: a pillow case. This wasn’t just a blanket for my christening day, but rather a crib set.
Wow, did we have a terrific laugh about this. First that we were both so stupid that we couldn’t recognize a pillow case. But secondly, we laughed because of course, nowadays, no one gives pillows to babies.
If you gave this to a baby nowadays, they’d accuse you of trying to kill the baby. As exhibit A, I present to you the jury that ribbon around the edge, far longer than the “safe” six inches you’re allowed to have dangling on any baby toy. And for exhibit B, the fact that it’s for a pillow at all. Clearly, a smothering hazard.
Who knew that my grandmother, who loved me dearly and made many sacrifices for my benefit and cared so much about me, actually was trying to kill me.
It’s not just a remnant of my grandmother’s crochet and a monument to her love: it’s also a display of how much child-rearing has changed in a lawsuit-happy world.
Grandma, if you have DSL in Heaven, thank you for the blanket and pillow, and please don’t be offended. Or if you are, please be offended at how bizarre our society has become. In fact, I think I can hear you now in my head going off on how stupid some people can be. I love you, Grandma, and I miss you a lot. I wish I’d learned to crochet better when you were teaching me as a kid.