My wife loves this stuff.

This was one of the most comforting memory’s i had from my childhood, the sound of my mother knitting.

a nice roaring fire and me sitting by her side while she knitted away.

Lovely poem Christine

This was one of the most comforting memory\’s i had from my childhood, the sound of my mother knitting.

a nice roaring fire and me sitting by her side while she knitted away.

Lovely poem Christine

This was one of the most comforting memorys i had from my childhood, the sound of my mother knitting.

a nice roaring fire and me sitting by her side while she knitted away.

Lovely poem Christine

Looks like Triond is having fun this morning

It did capture your memory. A smooth flow of idea, thanks.

I’d like a knitted cap I started learning to knit when I was in the 5th grade but I never got around to creating anything. I know how to crochet a bit….but couldn’t get more than just a little flower decor. I guess not my talent but maybe I can still work on it.

Very nice poem it has a warmth it carries and some humour, a rabbit rug and jacket as well.

Johnny really likes your poem. lol. As a little girl I wanted to knit, but never really did. Maybe I should now.

Nice post.

Haha! Now I understand the knitting bug much better.
Christine, the way you describe all of this is very clever.:)

ahh a very nice one, indeed. My dad knitted for years and I always loved seeing what he would create. Such a lost art these days.

Nice poem! I love it!

lovely…

my grandmother used to have a beautiful knitting basket in paisley when I was little, I loved to go all through it looking and playing with the needles and wool… never managed to sit long enough to knit anything much though!!
Great poem as always x

Nice write dear ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Just delightful Christine. Thank you.

clever Christine, promised to write this poem and can write so easily…
I have never tried knitting but I have done crochet.. so far only tissue box cover.

I have an aunt who loves to knit. She used to knit for me and my two cousins when we were still young. Miss her, she’s in heaven now. Beautiful poem.

My Grandmother taught me many crafts when I was young. Knitting has always been my favourite. I don’t get much of a chance to knit these days and I really miss it. Someday when things settle down, I’ll get back to it.

Lovely Poem – I love knitted Toys.

CR…amazing work as usual…you poetry and your knitting! This was, of course, an easy I Like It vote and reminds me of the days of my childhood when I started out spool knitting before graduating to knitting needles as my Mother taught me to knit…but I could never finish anything on my own because I never learned to cast off!!! Thanks and take care…

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Wish I can knit too, but I did engage in cross-stitching a while back.

Bravo. I tried to learn to knit, but could neer figure it out. My mom taught me to srochet and I can only do one row or else when trying to knit a regular scarf, I got a weird geometric shape, just like everything else I’ve tried to crochet.

I was waiting for this – the knitting one. Great share.

Nice… very enjoyable read.

You surely can write poetry about anything.

Love this, but I love all your poems. I learned to knit, my sister learned to sew. That worked well till I left home. I loved to knit so much I even took up spinning my own wool for a short few years. Oh, remember those days of matching jerseys!

knitting is a good hobby

I remember my Mum. Lovely write, friend.

i love it . =p

Very lovely. You always write the best poems. Thank you they are a joy to read.

Oh, that sounds like so much fun, but I can’t knit.

Good Post

Wow! You are so talented Christine. This is a lovely poem.

How I wish I know how to crochet. But it’s not my skills. That’s nice of you Christine.:-)

Thanks everyone. This post seems to have brought back some memories.

Christine

Indeed, such good memories. I can do cross-stitching, care to teach me how to make a knitted cap..

I am sure as you enjoyed those memories, and you had a great time making and sharing them. Good for you.
Winter time makes me want to knit and make things, but the days go to fast and I am lucky I get dinner on the table, and a few baking dates with the little ones.
Enjoy the memories, that is why we unconciously make them

Amazing poem. Knitting is one skill I don’t seem to have.

I learned to knit pot holders when I was a youngster. Does that count?

Your poem really good. I never did learn how to knit, but I wish I could do it. My mom was teaching me how to crochet, but I could not pick it up at all.

Loved this one Christine reminded me of my woolly 50s and 60s cheers

Wonderful poem and brings back memories, though I preferred crochet. This art should not be lost but still passed on. I have a cousin, a huge male, who crochets the most intricate work, stuff you can frame.

Cool poem. I love to knit but I only make pulls and not for rabbits

Wish we could have a look at what you made-the gonk.

I wish my daughter learned these things in school, too.

I used to make my kids scarves when they were little They call it magic when I sew their torn clothes or bags

Great flashback! hope you still find a little time to knit!

He he! I remember the jumpers you knitted for us when we were little. A cool poem.

Excellent!