My daughter, Becky, is learning to knit. Today, she asked me for some needles from her grandmother's knitting supplies. I dumped some things out of the knitting bag that has laid untouched for the past 20 months since the beloved, master knitter died. The needles spilled out like colorful "pick-up-sticks" onto the bed. Here they are against the backdrop of a beautiful sweater that she knitted for me. I miss her so....along with the clicking of her needles as she lovingly made many beautiful things for her family.
Everything she knitted for our family will be TREASURED Forever!
ReplyDeleteAww, what a sweet picture to go with your memories.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful memory. I wish I could knit.
ReplyDeleteLove that picture mom.
ReplyDeleteI wish that I had asked grandma to teach me while she was still here. But I feel close to her when I hear my "needles clicking"!