Today is my birthday. And, as birthdays go, we oftentimes spend part of the day, week or month surrounded in reflection of the previous year. One of my fondest moment of the year was teaching my daughter how to knit. On Mother's Day.
This was her second ever encounter with knitting, which went far better than the first time back in the late 1980s. When she was growing up, I had knit all of her Barbie doll clothes. And around fifth grade she became interested in learning how to knit because she wanted to start her own projects. We started knitting a pink Barbie beach towel. She had very little patience as a child and quickly became frustrated with the project and with herself. And me. It all ended with a temper tantrum that launched the knitting needles across the room and through the stained glass doors of our built in hutch.
That was the end of her learning to knit. Or so I thought.
Fast forward 25 years later, and we sat down in her living room and began a new project: a grey coaster for her coffee mug. I couldn't be more proud to spend a this moment sharing one of my passions in life with one of my favorite people.
Here are a few photos of her first project and a photo of my grandson modeling the sweater I knit for him. All in all, it was one of the best weekends of the past year.
