Knitting can bring people
together – even people who don’t get on very well. My mother had a younger sister who I did not
get on with - but for a few weeks in the
late 1970s we sat together and knitted pieces for a patchwork blanket.
Previously my grandmother had
made me a knitted blanket from rectangles of blue, white and grey yarn –
leftovers from various projects. I am
ashamed to say – I don’t know what happened to it. Grandma thought she ought to knit my sister a
blanket as well but she had lost her enthusiasm and run out of yarn – she
knitted a few blue and grey squares and then stopped.
My aunt was a very good knitter
and she took over the project – knitting colourful striped shapes. I was just learning to knit properly and I knitted
a few multi-coloured oblongs. My mother
also contributed some pieces – hers are in stocking stitch – I am not sure why
– but they are distinctive in the final blanket.
This week I have not done much
knitting but I have stayed in my mother’s house – and while I was there – I
looked at and remembered the time I spent with my aunt knitting shapes for this
blanket.
I definitely will have to knit
another throw from odd balls which mean something to me. For example I have some yarn left over from a
cardigan that my mother knitted for me when I was a child, and I have odd balls
left over from various projects that bring back happy memories – and would make
a lovely throw.
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