It happened one day while we were walking to the garden out back. She just had this moment and then it was like she was back to her old self. I was incredulous that she thought she hadn’t been that badly behaved but couldn’t say anything, only choke on what I really wanted to say.
The scarf is amazing and a bright blue. It took two bolts of yarn to make and it very warm and quite long. I’ll be using it for years, and it’s the first thing she’s even made me like that. It’s made from New Zealand wool and smells like lanolin which reminds me of lamb roast.
She made the scarf and a few others while fighting pneumonia before entering herself in to the hospital. Before she collapsed.