Yeah, so I knit.
When I was about ten years old I was visiting my Dad and his parents down in Florida. As a ten year old girl I'm sure I was quite annoying and continually bored out of my mind. So one day I sat across from my Granny Vivian watching her pretty little fingers knit away. As I sat watching her knit, I grew very curious of how she was doing this and how the whole knitting thing worked. After a couple of minutes of me interegating her, she decided to teach me how to knit for myself.
I picked it up quickly and was a self-proclaimed master of knitting. The rest of the visit I sat chatting and knitting across from my Granny, it was wonderful. I really got to know her during that time and hear all sorts of stories from her past and childhood. I of course appreciate that experience more now than then, but it still meant a lot to me when I was younger.
Being that she had taught me the art of knitting, she now had reasons to call and talk to me on a regular basis, we were knitting buddies from then on out.
She knitted a lap blanket for me during that time and sent it to me in Tennessee... and all these years later my baby brother uses it all the time!
With all of this being said, I was at Michaels with my other Granny the other day and saw some knitting supplies. A wave of emotion came over me as I thought back to those days in my Granny Vivians living room. I got the desire to call her up and just chat like old times, and of course, talk about my knitting memory in Michaels.
Time is a funny thing, the days are short and the years are long, and I can still remember those knitting days as if they were yesterday. I love you, Granny
Granny Vivian and I this past summer.
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