My mom knitted this gorgeous scarf for me. She used to knit when we were little. I’m the youngest of four kids and I clearly remember the Christmas when she made us each a pair of gloves or mittens with extra long cuffs to keep our wrists warm. That was some time before I turned seven. I keep track of my childhood memories based on where we were living. I think kids who never moved must have an impossible time sorting out when things happened. Anyway – this is the period of my life when we lived in a house with an in-ground pool. I learned to swim when I was three by watching our golden retriever paddle around. I used to swim after the dog, each of us with a tennis ball in our mouth.
So, mom’s knitting again, which is great. I can’t believe anyone would want to spend their time knitting for someone else. I feel lucky.
3 comments:
Wow! You have a face!
I was thinking of posting this anonymously and putting some creepy stalking comments in it as well, but that wouldn't be very Christmas-y.
Thanks Jim,
My stalker is far more dedicated than than an overly frequent blog commentor. He lives right in my building - and used to live in the buidling directly behind my last apartment. I see him almost daily which means he must see me hourly.
Your mom is an amazing knitter. That scarf is gorgeous. Anyhow, it's been a long time and I have been deliquent with keeping up with comments. So be prepared for a few random here and there.
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