Wednesday, November 09, 2005

See You in the Funny Pages


From beyond the grave, your grandmother's restless spirit calls out to know why the hell that blue merino sweater with the traveling cables is still sitting in the back of your bottom drawer.

19 comments:

goblinbox said...

The only hand-knitted sweater I own (no, I haven't made myself one... yet) was given to me by a friend whose mother had made it for her. She hated it, found it to be boxy and unflattering and ugly.

I wear the holy hell out of that sweater. It's fantastic and beautiful and HAND-KNITTED and it fits great and I hope to God I can make one just as good.

I think there are a lot of improperly appreciated hand-made objects floating around out there.

Marilyn said...

Neither of my grandmothers could knit, let alone cook, sew or do anything domestic. Considering that both were born in the mid-1890s, they rose above the status quo and had careers--a businesswoman and a teacher.

Grandma tried to knit for the war effort in the 1940s, using Red Cross yarn and some kind of balaclava pattern on dps. It was a disaster. However, she was my heroine and the only person who I'd ever let call me "Dolly".

JoVE said...

On a postcard? Or perhaps a Xmas card (though that would have to be the kind that said 'Season's Greetings' in it)? Please?!

Buzz said...

my paternal grandmother was your basic Norman Rockwell garden variety knitter...glasses on a string, needlepoint footstool, kleenex in the sleeve...you get the idea

I remember gowing up, many different objects she made for us, but the one that I remember best is a matching crew neck sweater/mitten set of turquious/teal blue that had a "knit with love by grandmother" name tage sewen into the collar. It was soft and warm and fuzzy, like the fur of a puppy.

Years later, moving out of my parents house, my mother mentioned that she regretted not holding on to the stuff we grew out of, it would have been "neat" to hand it down to the grandchildren...

Yet again, another examply of why I am such a sentimental packrat...

dragon knitter said...

i still have the quilt my grandmother made for my oldest daughter when she was born. considering alyse just turned 21, i think i'm doing well. i will hang on to it til the first grandchild is born, and just ask that it be passed around to all the grandchildren. all my kids got to use it (sporadically, but they did) and i think grandma would love that her love was wrapping around great greats.

and yes, you need to put that on a t-shirt. i would most definitely buy that (i've been sending the links to all your shirts you've been posting to my fiance for christmas hints)

you rock, franklin (gee, i'm starting to sound like a broken record)

Lee Ann said...

My grandmother bitched because my stitches were too even. My other grandmother bitched because I didn't like acrylic. 'Nuff said.

(And you wonder why I learned to spin...)

AnnaMarie said...

I ***LOVE*** your cartoons!!! Why on god's wooly earth aren't you doing a strip! No, not that kind of strip, no, agggghhh!!! Okay, seriously you should be doing a comic strip for one of the knitting rags. Preferably Interweave or Vogue since I only read those two.

AnnaMarie

doloreshaze said...

I actually threw away some handknits that my much-missed Grandmother Rose made (NYC apartment will make one ruthless), but the items in question were acrylic capes, so I'm hoping I'll be forgiven.

Sister Sue said...

I went to a baby shower last night and one of the gifts from the mother of the mother-to-be was a knit blanket. Before my friend had the thing out of its box, her mother put her hand to her head in that woeful sort of stance and said, "That's the ONLY thing I ever knit. I hated every minute of it, but that's the blanket you came home from the hospital in. Look, I can see a hole in it from way over here. Well, there you go." Of course everyone thought this was charming (except me who thought it odd that anyone would dislike knitting, but I kept that feeling of shock and horror to myself).

Joe said...

Wow...what a perfect cartoon. Not only was it funny, and expertly executed, but it got folks thinking about their grandmothers and handknit items.

Now THAT'S talent.

Ted said...

The thing that leaves me gobsmacked after reading Sister Sue's story is that someone would make something for and give it to someone, while exclaiming in high drama about how they hated making it and pointing out the errors. How does the recipient respond to that with grace and generosity? "Gee...thanks...how wonderful to receive something from somebody that they hated making and that has holes in it...."

Postcards, Franklin, postcards.

Mama Lu said...

... or perhaps gift cards ...

Actually, it would be nice to have little cards on which to write care instructions. The illustrations could show the sad result of the recipient's failing to follow instructions.

Ann said...

Ohhhhhhhhhhh gift cards I love that idea. I would love to adorn my handmade work with some of these adorable cartoons.

Hint..Hint..Hint

:o)

Nik said...

That made me laugh out loud.

Kathy said...

My Baci was a tiny fierce Polish lady who could knit and crochet the pants off nearly everyone I know. Sorry, guys.
I begged her to teach me to crochet, but she said, you can't crochet, you're left-handed. Itll be all...twisted.
Hmph.
I taught myself. From a book.
Now I get paid to crochet.

Linda said...

Like Ted, I'm apalled at Sister Sue's story. What a yucky thing to receive when it could have been so charming if something else had been said. My grandma was the only other member of my family who enjoyed knitting. I'm sure she'd understand about the scrunched up UFOs in a way that no one else can.

Carol said...

Franklin, are you too busy knitting on that fabu donor's baby gift to post?

Return to us, love.

Deede said...

Franklin, I'd like to talk to you about your art via e-mail. Could you e-mail me? DeniseKnits@gmail.com

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