I've been working in my yarn room, sorting through my stash–going through the projects I have lined up to work on and dreaming about others.  The urge came after I received a package from my cousin Linda, who mailed me several crocheted projects our grandmother had made.  Oh, what a treasure to open that box and lay my hands on the things Grandma had created.  As far as I know, I'm the only grandchild who inherited her love of needlework.  She died when I was four or five, and this is all I have that was hers.  It's enough.  It's more than enough.