Last month, i engaged my dear mother with some crocheting tasks, to make a scarf for my dear friend. My mom was my first crochet teacher, now its my turn to reteach her the things i learned from her. It was easy and fun and endearing. Sometimes my mom would go all the way from Bulacan to SM North just for us to meet and show me her current progress.

Finally, last sunday, my mother surprised me with the finished scarf. I like how she manage to make even stitches. I am so tempted not to give it to the recipient, but my mom is just too happy to do that for him, that i have to put up extra measures just to make sure that my friend gets the scarf before he leaves for China, the following day.

Oh well. he loved the yarns and would like to let my mom knows that he is grateful for the scarf that he sent me a picture of him wearing it. He’s keeping a low google profile, so let’s no longer name this guy.

My mother’s first scarf

The scarf is made from three colors of wool yarn.

Btw, remember the first scarf i made? It’s still alive after all these years. He finally sent me a copy I m so happy that i saw my first scarf again.

My first scarf