Object #56: Crochet-ed-y Bag

I have no idea how to use that word as an adjective.

Here we introduce an incredibly problematic category for me: Grandma Stuff. Stuff that she gave me, and worse, stuff that she MADE. My grandma is still alive. It's not that. It's that I love her and I know she won't live forever, and I'm afraid that I'll really want this stuff when she's gone. Which is probably an even better reason to get rid of it now. But it's so hard for me.

I can only let go of this because I'm going to take it to my family gift exchange. Isn't it cute? I don't really use/wear/carry "cute" things so much, but I wish I did, because I like this.