One of the clearest memories I have of growing up is always seeing someone holding a pile of knitting on their lap. My mother. My grandmother. My Aunts. Visits to relatives always involved conversations over the clicking of knitting needles. Bags of yarn and half finished sweaters, afghans, mittons, scarfs, ponchos were always at someones feet. More than half the clothes we kids wore were handmade. The back of sofas were adorned with beautiful afghan blankets one could throw over themselves and lay down for a quick nap. We were prepared for the cold weather with various sweaters and scarfs given for presents. My grandmother would enter her projects in the State Fair and got free admittance tickets in return.
I tried taking up knitting when I was in my teens. I wasn't patient enough. I made a ton of mistakes and got frustrated. I decided to stick to reading as my hobby. However I did finish a couple of latch hook projects when I got a kit for my birthday.
Maybe one of these days I'll attempt it again or at least find another hand made afghan to throw over the back of my sofa.
5 comments:
Hi Elaine!
I know what you mean about the knitting. My grandmother was the knitter/seamstress in our family. She tried to teach me but to no avail, I flunked out of her class.
I still have a few of her afghans. Though not displayed on the back of my couch. The colors of 60's decor have not yet come back in style. Or have they? Hope not.
Take care!
Zoe
Some of the afghans were multi-colored others were solid colored. My grandmother made this absolutely gorgeous white afghan with flower patterns on it. She would even make pillow covers to match.
Hi Elaine,
I had a hard time learning how to knit because I am left-handed, but I stuck with it as a teen and still find it relaxing. I have my favourite skating sweater (it goes to my knees) to remind me that everything is possible with patience and perseverance. Try it again! You might like it.
Cheers,
AM
I want to learn how to knit SO badly.
I am not patient enough though.
I have tried on several ocassions...I don't know what the deal is! It looks easy enough, but I find it difficult to space the stiches correctly - it always ends up that they're too close together...I don't know.
My mom was a hooker - ah, a RUG hooker! She even dyed her own wool and cut it into strips.
Fantabulous rugs she made...
Hi Elaine,
you should go check out Pete's blog. He's back!
-AM
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