My mother was an excellent knitter. My memories include her always having something on the go.
One year she knitted afghans for grandchildren. Meg got one; my three did as well. Carrie’s was aqua and her brothers’ were a true green and a blue. Rascal that she was, Carrie climbed up next to my mother, looked her in the eyes and announced that next year Carrie wanted pink. Having made her wishes clear, Carrie scampered off to tuck her stuffed animals under the new afghan. Mom looked at me, panic clear on her face. There was no way she was going to finish an afghan in time. I reassured her that Carrie would not remember her demand, and I was correct.
I remember the first afghan from this pattern. It was one where you work a lot of increases in the midst of the pattern sequence. You had the same number of stitches at the end of row 4 and end of row 1. Rows 2 and 3 varied widely. Once she had that understanding, Mom was off to the races and created 4, maybe 5, afghans.
Anyway, the sharing of that memory was spurred by the discovery of this little set that Mom knit. After her passing, I was given several projects that were in progress. This finished outfit was included.
The gift was labelled from “Grandma Dixon” to Carrie. She was awed, and teary-eyed. So was I. This makes Christmas 2023 one of the most special memories ever. I swear I could feel my mother looking over my shoulder and grinning.
In other news, I have been knitting. As fast as my fingers allow. I have 15 projects demanding my attention. Two of them are sweaters for the impending arrival of a set of twins. My project bag overflows.
And yet … we always want new samples for the store. The Juniper Moon Stargazer, a luxurious blend of baby llama and silk, needs a sample. I had been idly surfing Ravelry to find a pattern I liked. And then I found The Pattern. Soft As a Cloud from Purl Soho.
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