My Mom formed a 4-H Fiber Arts club when my sister and I were quite young. I didn't realize then what a great gift she gave us when she decided to teach a bunch of young girls the fiber arts she had grown up with. For my mom, it was a necessity--the sewing of wardrobes, the knitting of sweaters. There was no money or desire for store bought clothing, including winter coats.
Now, those arts that she taught me keep me going, especially during these New England winters when the ground underfoot is too icy for me to chance. So, I knit. And, I love it. The rhythm of the needles, and the excitement of the pattern emerging from my needles is something I now cannot live without. My hands do not work as well as they once did, but my knitting does.
I've had some starts and finishes over these cold months.
|Of course I made a Christmas stocking for Anna's puppy Lila.|
|I finished this lap afghan for myself, and it is perfectly warm|
and bouncy and soft. I am addicted to Chevron patterns right now
and will probably crank out a Chevron quilt in the sewing room
before too long.
Presently on my needles I have another corner to corner baby blanket. I've been digging through my yarn collection and using all that I have on hand, and I've made a pledge to not buy any yarn until that collection is gone. This will not be easy. The fingering weight hand-dyed yarns that are easily available and popular right now call to me. But, they are expensive, and I have enough yarn in my stash to keep me knitting for quite a while.