Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
My grandmother gave up when my grandfather retired and complained about the clicking needles.
My mother taught me to knit on red needles when I was 9 – I knit scarves for Teddy Edward.
My first ‘big’ project was a sleeping bag for my doll. My mother taught me to read a pattern and how to shape by decreasing stitches. As the knitting finished she taught me to sew it together and fix in the zip – it was perfect.
I didn’t see my mother again for five years. I continued to knit and sew – making my own school skirts as my father wouldn’t buy me the fashionable ones I wanted so I made my own. After about five years my mother got in touch – she had found herself a rich man and was living a lifestyle so far removed from my own that it was like watching a film – she was still knitting.
Two years ago my mother was sorting out her house – clearing out years of buying too much stuff – cloths, shoes, handbags, ornaments. She asked me to look after her knitting bag for a couple of weeks so it didn’t get cleared out with all the junk.
For two years now my Mother has been missing – I don’t know where she is. She did some appalling things before she left and I’m not sure I can ever forgive her for leaving – not this time.
I have never knit cables – last night I thought I'd have a go – I hunted for a cable needle in my things and in my grandmothers sewing box and couldn’t find one. Then I remembered my mothers knitting bag. I got it down from the top of the wardrobe opened it up – right on top was a familiar looking green needle box – opening it I found a couple of cable needles. As I was going to push it back in the bag I saw a flash of red………………………
This is one of the needles I learnt to knit with.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Dear Mama Spindolyn
I wanted to tell you that I arrived in the UK safely with my new Mama today. She was very welcoming and showed me off to everybody she saw and told them all that I was very beautiful and that I was created lovingly by a special person.
I’ve got a lovely new home. I share the space with a very chatty little spindle and a fun loving bowl of roving. There’s a snooty plant who wont play with me and an anxious vase that is constantly worried about falling over.
Sometimes children run past and touch me wanting to know my name. My new Mama shows me off and occasionally lets them have a go, they’ve a lot to learn.
I know I’m going to be very happy here and spin lots of beautiful fibres. Thank you so much for creating me and sending me off into the world.
Lots of Love