My granddaughter is named after her paternal Bis-Nonna (Italian for great grandmother), with a slight change in spelling. My mother-in-law passed away eight years ago. Now my daughter and her family live in Nonna's house in town here.
Recently, while searching the top shelf of the yarn room closet for some long lost sewing kits, I found a large bag I did not remember having. It turned out to be the last afghan my mother-in-law was working on before she lost the energy for crafting. She liked to crochet the afghan stitch in squares or panels, then use cross stitch to add flowers. I am still using the afghan she gave me for Christmas over thirty years ago, and I'm sure my sister-in-law still has hers too.
The new one had all the hard work done. The panels were complete and joined.
For finishing, Ma had put one row of single crochet all around and then barely started to fringe one end. The board that was the right width for cutting fringe was at the bottom of the bag along with the leftover wool. There seemed to be quite a bit, perhaps enough to do a border instead. I got out my book for crocheted borders and picked a couple that I thought would go well with the V-stitch she'd used to join the panels. The first border that I tried was four rows around and denser than the one in the photo, but by the end of row one I could calculate that I wasn't going to have enough yarn. I ripped and restarted with a narrower, more open border. I think it will still be enough to make the edge look finished.
I'm halfway around the second, final row and enjoying the opportunity to crochet. When it's done, I'm giving the afghan to my daughter for her daughter, whether she chooses to let her use it now or when she's a little older, or save it for her hope chest (if modern girls even recognize the term). I think it's only fair that Addina should have Adina's last afghan.