Some more Wrist Warmers

The whole weekend it has been nasty outside: foggy and cold. J didn’t care as long as there was enough light to play basketball, and M would do computer stuff. We had a friend staying with us for 2 nights. Her and I hadn’t seen each other in years. She brought her knitting along and the two of us would talk and laugh and knit, and talk and laugh and knit … It turns out that nasty weather isn’t too bad after all 🙂

Wallowing in Memories

It was in the 70s and I must have been 8 or 9. My dad’s aunt would come to visit and this is when she taught me how to knit.  The idea was to do a red scarf … I don’t think it ever became one. Instead, stiches on the needle would vary between a few and a lot, some would fall and then Tante Maritha would be there to rescue, to support, and to encourage. I still remember that little red knitting becoming longer. Bizarre.