|Photo by RMH|
I don't knit, never have, but I've watched my mother, my sister, and women on my staff "knit and purl" balls of yarns into beautiful clothing.
My sister has a great post up on her page, Keeping Me in Stitches. It's titled "Memories" and I'll tease you to take a look by telling you that the milk bottles in the photo above hold some of my mother's knitting needles.
And here's a snip from my sister's post:
The email set me thinking about some handmade items around my house. I have two bedspreads that were crocheted by my great-grandmother, ready for use on my guest beds when needed. There are beautiful tablecloths embroidered by my grandmother, and others hand-woven by an aunt during the cold winter months at the mouth of the St. Lawrence in Quebec, Canada. Doilies, potholders, aprons, and place mats, lovingly made by relatives, find a special place in every room of my house. In my hope chest there's a sweater my mother knit for my younger brother, worn by my sons, and waiting until my grandson is the right size to enjoy its warmth.You don't have to be a knitter, you simply need to know one to appreciate these Memories...
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