#AtoZChallenge – K is for Knitting
My mother was a wonderful seamstress. There was nothing she couldn’t make. But she had never tried knitting. When we lived in Maine, it seemed as though everyone knew how to knit. One of our neighbors made beautiful afghans. She offered to teach my mother. Unfortunately, right after yarn was purchased, my father was transferred so the knitting lessons never happened. Instead, our neighbor made the afghan she was going to teach my mother to make and sent it to her. It was beautiful, both sturdy and soft. Mom cherished it for years. It’s probably still on someone’s bed somewhere in the family.