The last crochet baby items I frogged were a little outfit.

Pretty cute eh? I’m saving three other pieces as my mementos. These pieces felt like the ones I should frog.

A close up of the jacket:

Here’s the back. My mother’s crochet is so neat and tidy.

The hat was still tied when I took it out of the box. Was my mother the last one to tie it? Maybe.

They booties were tough to frog. It was hard for me to find the ending row.

While frogging I found something completely unexpected-my mother’s hair.

I don’t know why it surprised me. My hair gets into everything I knit. So of course my mother’s hair got into the baby clothes she made me. I found several hairs.

Frogging these pieces made me cry hard. In a way I’m embracing my mother again. She was an emotionally withdrawn mother. Hugs were seldom with her. And yet it felt like I was close to her again, with her hair in my hand like that.

I collected the hairs and needle felted them into the womb.

Here’s the jacket half frogged:

I’m going to use this yarn in the mother piece but I’m not quite sure how.