When I was a little girl, my mom crocheted several cute dresses and tops for me. (Of course, I didn’t appreciate them at the time because I wanted to be wearing the same kind of store-bought mass-produced clothing that the other kindergarten girls wore.) I remember admiring those handmade childhood dresses as an adult and asking her once, “What patterns did you use?”
She shrugged and said, “None. I just made it up myself.”
Today she asked me if I had some extra yarn and a hook that she could borrow. Naturally, I had those things. When I asked her what she planned to make, she showed me a white crocheted vest that a friend had given to her as a gift.
“This,” she said. “I will just copy it.”