Wild Hare Wednesdays. This event is hosted by this sweet lady, Michelle, from Raspberry Rabbits. Even though I am taking a small break, I cannot pass up the chance to join her in the fun. This the day we get to talk about anything, any "Wild Hares" you may have hiding in your past or present..... a chance to laugh and unload any stories you want to share. Take a moment to read the participants blogs and share with Shell and the rest some of their Wild Hare Wednesday moments.
I was remembering the first time I learned to knit. It was when my son Cory was only three. I wanted to make him mittens, just like my mother made for all ten of her children...... I remember getting mittens every Christmas. Pink, red and many other colors, usually they matched whatever an older sibling had received as a sweater.
Now I knew how to crochet, but not knit, and my Mom lived far away.
My ex husband's Aunt decided to teach me, but she was left handed and so I had to learn while looking in a mirror...... I am sure this is why I am so slow to knit!!!!
It took a lot of patience and quite a bit of time.
I managed after about three days to knit one small blue mitt..... it was on two needles and I had to sew a seam, but I had a mitten!!!
I was so proud of myself that I placed it on the kitchen table to show everyone.
The next morning I woke up and when I looked over at the kitchen table, I saw a heap of blue yarn!!!!???? What?
I raced over and looked at my mitt, surely there was an explanation!
My son Cory was hiding under the table, when I finally coaxed him out he started to cry and he said," I don't yike you fitting mitts, I want to play wiff you......"
I gave him a big hug and said not to worry, Mommy wouldn't spend so much time knitting, I would rather play with him too. I called my Aunt and said I had to put knitting on hold for awhile.
I think when I learn to knit mittens, I will make him a blue pair and see if he remembers......