This was the very first pattern I learned to knit. My mother taught me on a roadtrip one Christmas while crossing a mountain pass from Hotchkiss to Gunnison, Co. I immediately went home and made a baby blanket for a friend out of the same pattern. Have to say, it did get a bit boring making it so big.
I love knitting though. Every time I sit down with yarn and needles I feel this strong connection to my grandmothers, who were both knitters, only wishing they were here to share this with. There is something powerful and satisfying in having the knowledge and ability to create things with your hands.
Makes me think of the tinkering class my kids were at today. I feel like I have forgotten how important it is to tinker and play and have our hands in and on things. I will do this for myself, but have been lacking doing it in the mothering department.
Mike and I are talking of remodeling the garage some...bringing my studio down there and giving my little guys their own space (currently my studio). I'm really thinking of simplifying and everything having it's own place, including places to create, and now tinker.
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