What I saw today

I was walking back from getting coffee with John Boyle and Nanci Bompey -- a 2:30 p.m. daily ritual for us -- and a street person walked by us and crossed the street. He was wearing one of the hats I made.

How cool is that??

I crochet as therapy. If I'm sitting down, I usually have my crocheting in my lap. After my sister died two years ago, her spouse gave me a couple of large plastic bags filled with yarn. It sat around for awhile until I decided the skeins of yarn were enough for hats and scarves, but not enough of any one color or type to make a sweater or afghan, so I started making hats and scarves for people who are homeless. I called the project My Sister's Yarn and asked other people to make things too.

Last year we donated dozens of hats and scarves, new socks, used jackets, sweaters and other warm things to A-HOPE, a day program for homeless people, and Zachaeus House, a church, clothing closet and food pantry for homeless people.

But today was the first time I've seen one of the hats I made on someone. It was made with some of my sister's yarn, and I think she'd like that. She'd crack a joke about me still being a bleeding-heart hippie, but she'd like it.