When our son and his wife told us that they are expecting a baby in November, it didn't automatically occur to me that I would be a "grandma." My first reaction was more like hey, wow, THEY'RE gonna be PARENTS! Can you believe it? Rock 'n roll!
It was only later that the word "grandma" came into my mind: right there with the image of the nice old lady with white hair tied in a bun, the lady who accepts help from the boy scout when she needs to cross the street, the one who knits and sews while watching Lawrence Welk on the TV set.
I honestly did not know that my sewing machine could do curvy lines, but yep.
I like sock monkeys well enough, even at my advanced age, to possibly NOT give up this blanket.
I'm certain that I could find some use for it. A babushka perhaps, for my aging head?