mission handker's, My Birth day

I crocheted these three handkerchief's in May this year for my daughter.

All these pieces are really fun to make. I liked the way the matrokosha doll square took shape. I must admit , by the time I got near the end of mission hankies, I did,t think ,I’d ever make it to the last piece correctly !

see the beautiful edgings on green one....

Pattern: I will write in near future

Yarn: green ,white

It’s funny, indistinctly remember where I bought cotton yarn even though they’d been laying in our village house for some time; the white ones came from a corner shop from Delhi,

Hauz Kha ,Delhi area , and the green one and red one for matrioska doll’s outfit from here.

The trick for edgings around was evenly spacing of the first round in single crochet, since the size of the handkerchiefs aren’t always the same size. I used basket pins as stitch markets to divide them into halves and into quarters. Is that obsessive?

The one with matrioska doll in the center and granny square method for the square piece, is my favorite, even the embroidery part for hair and face is to be done. That’s why it’s getting a close-up.

the picture underneath is UFO's of my niece.....,she is enjoying doing her part of of her mission on leisure activities....


another ufo of mission hankies....with a cup of tea......


my niece with her sis's newly bought goggles.........


happy day!


About being Yourself and Hard Won Wisdom

Speaking of my approaching 59th birthday: I have to admit; this time it isn’t making me something like bugging. I feel kind of proud my children are grown up and very intelligent and caring. I feel kind of proud on my physique, my upright stout body (it was some days ago when my friend and me were haunting my friend’s colleague’s house in sector 15, on asking a gentleman strolling with his wife, about the lady we were haunting, he said “ is the lady you are asking is having the stout body like …pointing towards me.” It was then I came to know that I have a stout body, and I felt happy about it.
Even today if somebody addresses me saying aunty, my son didn’t bear with it and, compel me to ask him/her not to say it again. I feel kind of proud, if anything; most days, I flatter myself that I am holding up pretty well (although I need to get exercising more-too much on computer and not exercise these past few weeks).
But then my son will say something that sort of deflates my balloon, so to speak. He has pointed out that I seem to have more gray hairs lately. And then a few nights ago, he said, WOW, Mom. I can’t believe you were alive during China war in 1962’s! What was it like way back then?’
After recovering my composure, I told him that it was really hard on us when war broke up with Pakistan in 1965, we were in Agra all alone without my father as he was posted at Jorhaat, there were blackouts, trenches to hide on siren, all the necessaries packed on the door and much more horror, as we were little kids. And that it was difficult to write in that fancy curly script with feather quills on scrolls of parchment, instead of ballpoint pens.

happy crochetting!