How Knitting Drew Me Closer to My Grandma Six Years After Her Passing

I don’t quite remember if it was a small bedroom or a large closet, but it was in the eaves of my grandma’s old farmhouse. We called it the “dress-up closet,” and it was filled to the rafters with glamourous things: high heeled shoes, hats with veils, hoop skirts, and dresses with puff sleeves. I’m pretty sure they were real clothes, worn by real women, but that was a long time ago. I loved them, and I tried them all on.

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