Where were you in 1978?
My family were living in the
Can you tell that I was born last century… and that I really am starting to sound old… it must be the prospect of turning forty this year.
So here we all are in a family portrait taken in 1978 which I think is rather representative of the time. Mum, Dad and two kids all dressed up in our Sunday best. (wasn’t Mum flashing a very nice pair of legs!) But look very closely… wearing our Sunday best meant wearing the hand knitted jerseys Mum and Dad had made for us.
Mum still has this photo on display in the living room of her home and I have a little chuckle at it every time I look at it. I can see now why people thought I looked a bit like Ritchie Cunningham on Happy Days… although my hair has never been THAT red. I was up in
One of the things Mum and I did to acknowledge the anniversary was to head off to a garden center and buy a plant to have in Mum’s garden to remember Dad by. This is what I selected…
A euphorbia called ‘Golden Kiwi’. I was attracted to it’s structural shape and despite looking a little prickly the leaves are actually very tactile and feels like velvet when you run your fingers over them. The name also appealed as it was the name of our National Lottery when Mum and Dad owned a corner store and sold tickets in the lottery.
The other thing I did on the anniversary was to knit up this sock… if you look closely it is the same stitch pattern which Dad used on all the jerseys he knitted. I converted it to a sock pattern knit in the round and lengthened it out from an eight row to a ten row pattern repeat to better balance the stripes. It’s knit up in the same possum/merino/silk yarn I used for the last pair of socks I made him. I’m going to give the pattern out to the guy’s at the NZ Men’s Knitting Retreat next month and after that I’ll make the pattern available to anyone who wants it. I’m currently knitting my way through the second sock now and I hope to whip up a matching scarf and fingerless mitts before the Retreat.
I usually drive up to
I almost forgot…
What do you think of this amazing piece of handiwork by my paternal Grandmother Camelia. Mum had forgotten all about it but found it in her linen cupboard just last week and gave it to me while I was visiting last weekend. Grandma was a very talented knitter and crocheter who completed this beautiful tea cloth about a year or so before she passed away. I think I was only five or six at the time so I don’t have many memories of Grandma and feel slightly cheated that I missed out on developing a crafty history with her. Luckily I have something like this to remember her by. By the way… I didn’t inherit the crochet genes... I still call it the 'C' word!