Well not really buried. Just tucked away in a cupboard with a lot of memories. Mum (for whom I named this blog) had hands that were never idle and churned out rugs like these at a rate of knots. Any scrap of yarn was fair game and wound up thoroughly crocheted into one of Mum's rugs. We lost Mum thirteen years ago and, unable to bear parting with her beautiful rugs, I collected them for safekeeping. This year I finally got brave, dragged them out and offered them to a few family members, keeping one for myself. Mum's rugs are a little more special, I feel, because Mum was born with three fingers missing from her non-dominant hand. I never discovered anything that those seven busy fingers couldn't do. Here are some of Mum's rugs for you to look at. Our Canadian rellies have arrived. We will be looking at our country with refreshed eyes as we take them about for the next few weeks. Happy Australia Day to all. Bye now, until next time.