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My Grandmother's Knitting
My grandmother was a woman of many talents. She went from cooking, to sewing, to crafting and learning. It seemed that every winter break we got to see her she had picked up something new, a hobby, each time more amazing, yet less surprising. Less surprising because instead of wondering how she managed to do everything she did, we got used to her solutions to boredom and would just look in awe and amazement. Although we only got to see her once every two years in the winter, we knew she had gone through so many different activities on her own time. But there was one activity that always stayed, no matter the season, no matter the weather, no matter her mood or her busy schedule. She always found time for that one activity. Weaving or knitting, crocheting or twining. However you call it she would always try it. Every Christmas we got something she made us, be it flippers, blankets, cute hats or jumpers, and few times I remember not seeing her holding her embroidery needles. My grandmother was truly one to try everything once, even when she wasn’t really good at most. She loved trying new things, which lead to hilarious stories of failed recipes or weird crafts. She loved getting to know different cultures and would eagerly learn their customs and languages, leading to funny crisscrossing accidents. But no matter how long she would go without it, she always went back to knitting and crafting. If you were to think of it, she wasn’t really good at knitting either. She took too long to finish her projects, if she finished them at all. She would start many things at once and the abandon them for some other period of time, or focus on one thing the loose track of her mind, and when it finally came back to her she had already messed up her line. If you consider how long she’d been knitting in her life, maybe you would say she was not good and was wasting her time. Even though all of this was true, I know she was the greatest at it because you could see in her old, aging eyes that she never lost the twinkle that came with the act. She might have grown tired or frustrated a lot of times, but when she started knitting she would shine bright. That’s the amazing thing to me, when I think about it. After all of these years she never lost interest in knitting and always made an effort to connect our family with her beautiful gifts.
