There's been a lot of acknowledgment on my blog lately for the role which my mum played in developing my crafting talents. Which is understandable, given her recent passing.
But I want to take a moment to pass some kudos my dad's way... because... wait for it... HE was the one who taught me how to knit. I was eight years old at the time, and mum had her hands full with a newborn and a toddler. So dad was the one who taught me the basics. He grew up in a time and a place when EVERYONE learned how to knit.
I still remember the little rhyme I learned...
in the wee rabbit hole
... as the point of the right needle went into the first loop on the left needle
round the big tree
... as you looped your yarn around the needle point
out the wee rabbit hole
... as you pulled the loop of yarn through
and off goes she
... as you slipped the 'old' stitch off the needle
And I used that same rhyme to teach Master Eight to knit earlier this year.
I also had a wonderful book... a Ladybird Book of course, remember them??? There were Ladybird Books on every subject under the sun.
This one was 'a Ladybird Book about Knitting'. I'm not sure what became of my original copy, but Mr Goldfish recently found a replacement copy on ebay for me. It contains all the basics in easy to follow instructions for children... including such gems as the importance of washing your hands before you start your work. I love the illustrations. They take me right back to my childhood. I must have spent hours and hours absorbing every detail printed in this book. In fact, my original copy probably disintegrated from overuse!
My first 'real' project was from a pattern in this book. I remember the excitement of purchasing wool... specifically for a project... and not just using remnants. I thought I was in heaven!
I still have that project, too...
Pop back tomorrow and I will show it to you...