Pieces of knitted art have been important heirloom beauties in my family for generations. I learned to knit from my mother and my two grandmothers when I was a little girl, and for many years you never saw me without the knitting needles in my fingers.
When the boys were small both I and my mother knitted sweaters for them, at least one new pattern every winter.
Winter has arrived here, and it is time to go through our warm, woolen outfits to see what still fits and what have become too small. Knitted sweaters are not "in" any more, and the girls don't want to wear them. I have given away alot, but so many of the sweathers are heirlooms I want to keep.
I went through the "store away bag" yesterday, again I felt the smooth surface of handknitting, sweet memories of days gone. Sweet memories of young boys dressed for cold winter days. Sweet memories of long hours working on the intricate though beautiful patterns.
I still knit, though nowadays my knitting is limited to socks, and wristwarmers, an art I love and master to perfection :-)
