learning something new and post-apocalyptic crocheted clothes

A few years back I remember sitting at my grandmother's house watching her tender and weathered hands meticulously thread a single strand of yarn into a beautiful and colorful afghan blanket for a new addition to our extended family. I wanted to be able to do what she could do. To make those beautiful pieces she made that were stitched together with so much love.

I gently asked her if she would teach me to crochet. Her smile seemed to span a mile long. I picked it up right away, and, though they were nothing compared to her collection, I made two scarves that summer. College came that fall, and my needles and yarn got pushed to the back of my closet. So many times I was tempted to just through the bag of yarn away. I thought I'd never pick it back up again. Until now.

A couple weeks ago I found myself clicking through page after page on Etsy of beautiful shops full of scarves, cowls, beanie caps, mittens, and so many more wonderfully crocheted or knitted pieces of warm fuzziness. Some of them looked so chic that I HAD to buy one for myself from this Etsy shop. Darling, isn't it?! 

Then I had to make something for myself. Now I can't stop thinking about what I can crochet next! It's so addicting. I want to make this adorable cap and something similar to these, oh and these too!! 

Call me grandma, old fashioned or anything else you want, but if the world ever comes close to nuclear warfare, pandemic, extraterrestrial attack, resource depletion or some other general disaster and all the clothing factories burn down, I'll be the one still wearing clothes while you run around naked. #justsaying