Today I needed some #4 double-pointed needles to finish the neck on a sweater, and then I needed a #13 circular needle for knitting a string bag. No problem—I had them at hand, along with about every size of regular needles and crochet hooks too. Pulling out this stash of needles floods me with memories of my mother. These are her needles, accumulated over a long life of knitting. My mother always had something on her needles, alongside other projects she did over the years: macramé, beading (flowers, necklaces, earrings), rug hooking, needlepoint (including the chair backs and seats above). Those projects came and went, but knitting was constant. I don't know what she made with the teensy crochet hooks—perhaps doilies that were around the house, made earlier in life than I knew her. Or maybe she inherited them from her mother, Annie Schine, as I have inherited them from her. My mother made sweaters and afghans for the whole family; later on there were babies to make gifts f...
Congratulations Penny! Sacred Threads seems to be a very sympathetic forum for sharing Loss.
ReplyDeleteGood job on both! So what was your final decision about the squiggles on "Waves"? Will you travel to the Sacred Threads show to see your entry hung?
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