Fika party

Maybe fifty years ago, I was invited to fika with a lady I barely knew, but I knew who she was. She was "very old" I thought at the time and surely she was, because she was the grandmother of one of my brother's friends. She was half-blind, her fingers were completely crooked with rheumatism, she could barely walk. But she knew one thing, crochet. She crocheted miniatures. And I got to see a lot of her works. Even though I was young and not very interested in crocheted miniatures, I thought they were fantastic. One of them I brought home. It is set for a fika party with cups, a pot, cake, cookies and a lace cloth. Absolutely gorgeous.