My mother makes these wonderful angels…

I am not particularly religious, spiritual or otherwise–but I have to admit, I love these angels.
Maybe it’s because they’re so simple.
    Or because it brings back memories.
I’ve been memory diving a lot lately, actually.
    I remember my mother making these things; she actually developed the pattern herself–it’s deceptively tricky– but that is my mere opinion. I am good with a yarn and some sticks but give me material?
I wish I’d taken pictures of the hat catastrophe today. Me. Trying to develop a hat. A NOT-yarn hat. Without a pattern.
It makes me love my mother’s angels even more.