This is a Panda Bear that my Great Grandmother Mimi crocheted for me when I was born. My children have it now - which means it represents 5 generations of women in my family.
I don't think I ever actually crocheted anything again until I started knitting, but throughout my childhood, I was enamored of fiber-art projects. I did those nylon loop potholders. I did a latch-hook unicorn rug, and a latch-hook dog. I walked around Montera Junior High School with embroidery floss safety-pinned to my jeans, making those woven friendship bracelets that turned into muddy brown cables in soccer season, and probably drove my mother nuts. At some point in high school, I decided to learn how to knit, and bought a skein of teal acrylic yarn and some aluminum needles. I had found a copy of Good Housekeepings New Complete Book of Needlecraft (1971) on our shelves, and tried to follow the diagrams for knitting. I did manage to knit a few rows, but my gauge was so tight it was hard to get the needles into the stiches. I know this, because I stopped working on it, and put the yarn and needles (with knitting still on) in my mother's sewing basket, where it stayed, in an increasing state of knottiness, for the next 10 years.
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