Those Who Can't Do, Post

Since I'm not supposed to knit until Mr. Shoulder has had another day or two to calm down, here's a look at what my mother has been up to since she got needles and yarn for Christmas.

This will be an exercise in familial mush, so if that sort of thing makes you sneeze or break out, go read You Knit What.

Exhibit A is a ribbed scarf made out of Lorna's Laces Shepherd's Worsted (colorway "Pioneer"). That's the yarn she got as part of her gift. You do not give a woman who went through difficult labor so that she could clean up after you for 18+ years a ball of Red Heart.

Let me tell you something about my mama. She never does anything if she's not going to do it beautifully. So after we established that she still (after almost 29 years of no knitting) had casting on, knit, and purl well in hand, she began and ripped and began and ripped probably ten times, without fuss or complaint. And then she got into the groove and produced this in short order.



Knitting must be like riding a bicycle. (Except knitting will not firm and tone the buttocks. Alas.)

Then Mom picked up a book of dishcloth patterns with the idea that the little squares would be a good way of learning new stitch patterns. So I give you Exhibit B, the first dishcloth.



I have no doubt that all the dishes, pots, and flatware in Mom's kitchen will now feel deeply loved.

There are rumors of a multi-colored scarf for Dad. But I've seen no pictures. Hint, hint.