My grandma was a crocheter. Or maybe knitter? Can’t recall. Anyway, one birthday she gifted me with a sweater she created. Besides the fact that my birthday is in July and thick sweaters aren’t necessary, my mom made me try it on in front of all of my friends a la Ralphie in Aunt Clara’s pink bunny suit. I was terribly embarrassed. As if my forced smile didn’t give it away, I was less than amused by this public display of Grandma’s ugly handiwork. And I went on to wear her likely months of hard work probably never.