I unpacked (yet another) box today and found my mom's old box of betty crocker recipes from the 70's. The thing is a classic--full of great section headings like "Men's Favorites" and "International Cuisine." I just love to think that there was a time that Tacos were considered an "international" dish.

Anyway.

I emptied the whole thing out to reorganize and flip through the recipes. There aren't any handwritten gems since my mom very rarely cooked from a recipe. Though her old betty crocker cookbook does automatically open to the best ever butter spritz cookie recipe.

Once it was emptied out, I found this at the bottom:

It took me a minute to realize what it said: Found 8/28/71. I don't recognize the handwriting though I suspect its my Grandmother's.

I flipped it over and found this:

A four leaf clover, taped to a scrap of index card. I wonder who found it more than 36 years ago. My Mom? She and my Dad hadn't even married yet. My Gramma? One of my aunts or uncles? I have no clue and I dearly wish there was a name on it. I do know it had to have come from my Mom's side of the family but it seems very out of place since my Gramma isn't a terribly sentimental person. I don't know what I will do with it but for now, I think I will tuck it back in the recipe box for safekeeping. It certainly kept it safe for all these long years--a little while longer won't hurt.

In any case, I hope it brings us luck as my Gramma was rushed to the hospital just yesterday after suffering yet another heart attack. She is stable now though the doctors want to keep her a few days. I've been waiting by the phone for updates though it sounds like only waiting is really going to tell us anything.

In the meantime, I am plugging away at Rogue...despite a near horrific accident involving a 18 month old getting a hold of the knitting while I went to grab a new drink. Thank goodness it is hearty wool because I didnt even notice it at first and jammed the whole thing back in the bag. It wasn't until hours later that I picked it back up and saw the horror:

Nearly half the sweater had been ripped off the needles but Rowan Scottish Aran Tweed came to my rescue by holding on to every single stitch. Its almost enough to make me believe in steeking without machine sewing first. almost.