My wonderful grandmother is now 92. She no longer knits but for most of her life she made things by hand for friends and family. For many years she also made pairs of mittens for the mitten tree at her Congregational Church. She made the stockings in the photo for me (the one with the Santa) and for my husband and kids as they came into my life. I have never taken these for granted but this year I made one for my niece and I developed an even deeper sense of respect for the time and love she put into her hand knits. The stocking in the middle is my first attempt at a Christmas stocking (or any sock for that matter.) I was always terrified of heels. Well, I found that heels are not too difficult. But knitting shapes and letters upside down sure is! I used a pattern I found on the Internet which says it is from the 1940s .It looks like it must be similar to her pattern . I also made use of some of her old yarn. I had to do a lot of fudging...I had the wrong size needles, I invented my own decrease pattern when I got confused, I made stuff up, my son blocked out snowflakes for me on graph paper, I dropped and picked up more stitches than I had since I was twelve...but I am happy with the finished product. Except how it looks on the inside. My grandmother's work is so tidy on the inside that it puts mine to shame. Still, it'll do.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Check out Kate's Free virtual Creativity Workshop this weekend! Here is a snippet from this morning's welcome post:
"Good morning! I am so excited about today!
There are folks here from California and Canada, Connecticut and New Hampshire, and from Massachusetts and Maine! Painters, writers, knitters, crafters, foodies, photographers! I'm so happy to have you all along on this journey!"
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Normally I would freak out and yell for him to stop but this morning I just watched him. The damage was already done anyway. And dogs don't live that long. If he is lucky he'll find rollable poo just a few times a year.
I don't bathe Okie very often so I was surprised when he hopped right in the tub and let me lather him up. I remember carrying him outside with one arm when he was a baby. And the three years since then have gone by way too fast. Thank you for being our dog, Okie!
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
|Began as a huge, green caterpillar...may be Polyphemus moth|