Other Meema

My Other Meema Blanket - Story Behind It

Many people come into your life. I was lucky - I met a special lady who became invested in me. She didn't have to - We are not related by blood - But she was interested in me, and in turn I loved her. She could be explained as my Great Grandmother - She might not be legally but she was.

She was around since I was born - She was the older lady that I didn't have in my family. Growing up my Grandmother who I call "Meema" was a lot young than most Grandparents, So she was the one that fit the more Older lady position in my life. Because of this I named her "Other Meema" - I had a Meema - Now I have an "Other Meema" too.

My first memory of her is sitting in my Meema's house with a hook in her hand crocheting. She always had a bag of wool, ready to go for every trip. My other memory of Other Meema was going for long trip to Nanango and having magic eyes ( I would fall asleep and we would be there). I would talk to her birds, play in her garden and make mud pies, climb her back fence and feed the geese who would chase me. After that a walk into town for a look around or a drink in one of the many pubs ( For a small town there was always a lot of pubs to pick from)

For my 7th Birthday Other Meema made me a bright Pink Blanket to match my bedroom at the time and I was in love. It was amazing too me. After that I watched her make blanket after blanket for everyone in the family. The most impressive one was the one she made my dad - It was the biggest one she ever attempted as he is very tall and she wanted to make sure his feet were covers. It is huge.

She was a very strong lady - She went through so much in the last few years - Every time something happens to me, I always try to be as strong as her.

Sadly she left us a few years ago - and there is no more blankets to be made.

Lucky enough before she left us, I sat down and she tried to teach me - I just couldn't do it. When I was little she taught me how to finger knit - a would just make long ropes and that was it. Unfortunately I didn't learn enough.

A few months ago I was thinking about my blanket - I was sick and Matt brought it out for me. It is my go to blanket for everything. Especially when I am sick and it got me thinking - My sister Jessie was too young, she missed out on all those fun times with Other Meema, and secondly she didn't have an Other Meema blanket. This made me sad. I'm sure I could of found her one that was made. But that wasn't the point - She missed the love that was put into it or the thought and time - a thing made especially for you.

That's when I set to work. I had a very basic ideas, I knew I would be able to have a sort of try. But what a fail I made - I made all my granny squares too tight. I made them to crooked. It just wasn't working. I gave up.

After getting sick again and being snuggled in my blanket I started to look at in more in the detail of it. I knew I had to try just a little harder.

Hours and Hour on youtube watching tutorials, buying books and every size hook you could get. I started to understand what I was doing wrong. It started to make sense. I decided no squares - I will have no idea how to put them together so I just started going around and around.

This is going to be a special blanket for my sister. Everybody needs a special blanket. My blanket is so special to me because she was so special to me and I know my sister is going to feel the same way.

Here is to putting in more hours to complete this blanket for her.

This is what is looks like so far.

This is my special blanket.

Does any one else have a special item? A special person? Or a story they would like to share?

I would love to hear it! Let me know in the commments!