The local markets now feature a lot of stalls which sell old linen. Tablecloths, doilies, table runners, etc. There must be a lot of deceased estates where such items can be snatched up. I wonder what the ins and outs of it are. Although I have a beautiful tablecloth crocheted by my grandmother, it fits a six seater table, so is not large enough. A couple of years ago I found a crocheted tablecloth for a 8 seater table, for a mere $25, in perfect condition, so promptly snatched it up. It does not get used very often, which is a bit sad.
I do crochet garments from time to time, but mostly now I make blankets, which go to refugees. Because of the need to wear a sleeve and glove to treat the lymphoedema, my crocheting output is less. The glove needs to be removed.
At present I am edging a rather lovely blanket, made by most of the group members in a variety of stitches, all in cream wool. They are all knitted, except for the four squares I crocheted. Now I am crochetibg the edges of the completed blanket. The women who joined all the squares used a variegated yarn in creams and pinky-rusty shades, and they gave me the remnants for the borders. But they were insufficient, and too short. Fortunately I was able to find the same yarn and am now placidly crocheting the borders. The glove has to be removed while I do this. Now I am up to the final row, which uses crabstitch, a stitch which very efficiently gives you a sore wrist. But the result will be worth it. The contemplation of the finished product gives me pleasure.