Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, Delores, from A Feathered Nest has a meme which she calls Words for Wednesday.

She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, if we are able.

Sometimes I look at her words and nothing at all comes to  mind.

This week's words are:

1. crafty

2. suspense

3. mindful

4. darn

5. cramp

6. cellar

Here is my short story >

Amy sighed as she saw the hole where her elbow had worn through the old cardigan her Grandma May had knitted for her all those years ago. She had worn it every winter since Granny had died, and through repeated washings and wearings it had kept its shape beautifully and not faded at all. But it was getting thin and now...this. A hole. Amy stared at it and thought about Granny, how she had told them all many times they needed to be mindful of their clothing and other possessions. Things didn't just grow on trees, it was wasteful to be careless and not look after clothes and shoes and books and such.  Granny May had been thrifty and crafty, knitting, sewing, mending, not to mention the yummy home cooking. 

I wonder, thought Amy....can I do it? Can I darn this hole? I watched Granny darn dozens of socks while I was younger.  She went down into the cellar where so much of Granny's things still remained. Where was it now? The big old workbasket with the pincushion shaped like a heart, filled to overflowing with buttons, ribbons, sewing cottons, darning wool and bits of lace. There it was! In the big box with the knitted teddy bears that Granny hadn't finished.

The basket held small balls of leftover wool in different colours, each one matching something Granny had knitted, and there was the soft sage green that matched Amy's cardigan! Amy carried the basket upstairs and sat it on the floor by the old rocking chair, just as Granny had always done. She began to make the same stitches she had seen Granny do so many times, it was harder than it looked, but Amy dearly wanted to keep this cardigan a few more years at least. She darned until there was a cramp in her fingers, slowly, carefully, feeding the stitches into the more solid edges of the knitted fabric.
When she had finished, she studied it. Not as good as Granny's, that would come with practise, but neat enough and it would hold together.


(I couldn't get suspense in there)