My recent move has been eye opening to say the least.

When I began my destashing and decluttering efforts in advance of the move, I had a fairly casual attitude toward the work that lay ahead.

Intellectually I knew I had a lot of yarn and books and crocheted items, but practically speaking, I didn’t truly grasp how much there was, and the one thing I thought I did have  — time — was the thing that was in the shortest supply.

As a result, toward the end of the move I had to make some rash decisions, and then I ran out of time to even do that, and I ended up with many bins and bags of yarn and crochet yet to be sorted through.

I was sorting through one of those bins today looking to see what was there, and what I discovered is that I still have plenty of squares to rehab for Project Amigo.

Uncertain where to begin, I went through a basket of random crochet and found (among other things) these five rehabbed crochet squares that needed the ends woven in:

So I tracked down one of my beloved bent-tipped yarn needles and did exactly that:

Then, wondering what to do next, I went back to the same basket and found the four crochet squares featured in a previous blog post I published shortly before I moved:

With the next thing identified, Igot out my hooks, scavenged through the available yarn, and went to work.

In short order, all four crochet squares were done:

and I identified four more crochet pieces to be rehabbed:

I am profoundly grateful that these random bits of crochet are being transformed from purposelessness to purposefulness, and it is made even sweeter by the fact that the main purpose of Project Amigo is to assist students in realizing their educational dreams. Because of this, these  squares are particularly dear to me.

Both of my grandmothers had their educations cut short by their fathers and while they lived lives that made mine possible, neither was was able to realize her dreams in the same way that I have been able to, and anything I can do to help another person achieve their educational dreams allows me to honor both of my grandmothers, one stitch at a time.