Wool

Written for https://lindaghill.com/2024/03/15/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-16-2024/

Growing up, I was always loved watching my aunties and Mum knit.

They hardly paid attention to the wool, fixating on the television instead. Elaborate patterns worthy of any shop bought jumpers. Mum only ever mastered the knit one, purl one (That goes for me too).

My mother-in-law could crochet, and that is still more complicated. All I can produce is a snake. The patterns didn’t make any sense to me. I still have a blanket my aunty created. It is a source of comfort and precious because she made it.

When I first learned I was going to be a grandmother, I brought different colours and lots of needles. I could only create hats, scarves, blankets, fruit, a monster, and a weird doll with the first leg longer than the other.

The bug only lasted about a year, but she still has the blankets I knitted and uses them for her dolls instead.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

15 thoughts on “Wool

  1. Knitting. I wish I hadn’t been so rebellious when my Mom was keen on teaching me. Mom was a great knitter. But at least I made time to practice one summer with her as an adult. For the pleasure of it. I loved it.
    Needed more time for deep learning but then God called her home.
    Thanks for sharing Diana. Blessings.

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