
Mom learned to knit from her Grandmother when she was about three. She's good, darn good. I figure she can knit anything. She knits fast too; the clicking of her needles sounds like a train coming down the tracks. I tried to learn to knit from her when I was in grade school, but she was so intimidating I ran screaming from the room every time I heard the word purl until I gathered my courage and borrowed "Knitting For Dummies" from the library last February.
In short, there's nothing I could knit for my Mom that she couldn't knit better, and faster, herself.
But... but... All she ever knits with is Red Heart; a mundane, but perfectly serviceable, acrylic yarn. I'll bet she's never felted anything in her life.
So I bought some 100% merino roving wool and I'm knitting a tote bag to felt. Chose the color especially for Mom. I know she'll like the color. I just hope the bag comes out well and that she likes the whole package.
2 comments:
Moms love stuff from daughters. Trust me. She will love the felted bag.
That's what I'm counting on. ;-)
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