i just moved this into the bedroom. it is a lace collar crocheted by my great-grandmother lucia albanese. framed along with it is a picture of me with "grandma lucy", with my mom off to the side. my mom is sporting her long cher-hair, which was my security blanket for the first year or so of my life.
grandma lucy only really spoke sicilian by the time i was born, but she strongly believed that i resembled my father, which she would express by gesturing madly back and forth between us, and then informing my dad, "she take-a you face."
ah, but nimble. even in that snapshot, the table behind us has a crocheted tablecloth on it of the scope that is usually only documented in fairytales. grandma lucy made it, as well. her posture was a testament to her avocation. please pass the milk.