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They had to be able to survive contact with mud, bark, grass, and whatever she found interesting enough to pick up off the ground on a given day. Most importantly, they had to have pockets. Big ones. And she liked things with animals on them. She especially liked insects. I found a cream long-sleeve with a large illustrated moth on the front, which I threw into the basket. Then, a pair of soft olive cargo trousers with four pockets, two of which were enormous. A purple hoodie with a small embroidered bee on the cuff. A set of dark green dungarees with adjustable straps and a chest pocket. Sneakers with velcro fastenings that would be easy to slip on and off.

"You want the opening slightly wider at the top." I looked at the pocket. She was right. "Yes," I said. "And the outside flat pocket," she said. "The seam here." She pointed. "Reinforce it." She paused. "Five year olds use pockets hard." She paused. "The seam will give before the notebook does." "Yes," I said. She looked at the coat. She looked at me. "This is the first piece of the new collection," she said. "The white dress is the first piece," I said.

I called my aunt to come see it, her face lit up, "It's beautiful down here!" she exclaimed. "Thanks auntie, I appreciate it immensely!" I beamed. "And yeah you're welcome, but I appreciate the extra help in paying my bills too!" she chuckled lightly. I love how it turned out and so did my aunt it was amazing. I've always wanted to be an interior decorator so this allowed me to just go wild with my imagination. I had also learned how to crochet so I've made several throw blankets and matching pillows sets that I lay on my sofa and bed, in various shades of light to dark purple. I love to crochet in my down time. So I have a wicker basket full of yarn and hooks near my sofa.

He agreed and went to join Luna Jessie and the boys. I had started to turn to my mate, when I looked to my other side and was met with twenty women and young ladies. I turned to face them and I asked, “So you would all like to learn to crochet?” They all nodded and I grabbed my notebook and pen, “Okay. Let me get each of your names, and I will mind link each of you when I can find a good time to get all of us together. I also want your favorite color. We will start with something very easy like a dishcloth. It’s something simple and something that can be done quickly. Okay?” They all agreed. I asked, “When you tell me your name, will you give me your favorite color?” They all smiled and nodd

“I got about a week’s worth?” “That’s perfect,” I said, clearing my throat. “There’s a crochet blanket in her crib—the blue one that Chelsea made. And her books are on the shelf.” He nodded and disappeared back into the nursery. I heard him moving around, the soft thud of books being stacked, and I tried to focus on my packing. Underwear, bras, socks.

It's organized to look like a rainbow, going from as low as the floor all the way to the ceiling. "Come look." Pierce says excitedly, pulling me gently towards the corner of the room. There's a small table next to a huge, plush recliner. I touch it and feel it rock easily under my fingertips. Stacked on the table are books on learning to knit as well as patterns for different projects. Pierce nudges me gently towards a chest on the ground. I kneel down and open it to see more knitting needles than most craft stores have. They range in sizes, lengths and some even have cords connecting them.

I held the door open for Lily to get past. Time to go see mum. * * * She was sitting up in bed and working on a crochet piece. There was a pile of small squares beside her. Her face lit when she saw us and she pushed it to the side. As she spoke, I took inventory. She sounded brighter today. I eyed the crochet hook, remembering the last incident with it. Then my eyes drew together in confusion while I studied the hook. While we hugged I touched it. Plastic. Nice. After she had fussed over us. Lily climbed the bed while I took the recliner. She reached into her bag and pulled out at least twelve tabloids.