My mommy is visiting me. She called me Saturday night and asked if she and my sister could come up and play with her grandson. We have been having a lovely time, and she has been inspired by the unavoidable presence of knitting in the house--that is, an inability to sit down on any surface without having to move a work in progress or a book with post-its bristling out from the pages or to walk across a room without tripping over a spinning wheel or stomping on fiber--to pick up the needles after five years. She moved to South Carolina, and she says there just aren't any yarn stores there-abouts. (pssst. Mom. That's what the internet's for) All it took was a wave of a picture of Tuja under her nose and she was hooked. We dashed up to Charlotte's Web in Exeter, New Hampshire today, and she fell for Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran in pea green. In a sincere gesture of support, I bought some Jo Sharp Silk Road Aran Tweed in Jewel to do a little family knit-along with her. And here she is on the patio, having cast-on for her swatch in the car on the way home! (that's my Mom) Okay, not the prettiest picture of her. She's going to hate it when she sees it, in fact. (sorry)
But isn't she cute? And today is her Birthday too!
C'mon everyone . . .
Happy Birthday, Mom!
Aren't Moms who knit the best?