The warm detergent-scented air, steady rumble of washers and dryers spinning, metallic jingle of the change machine, fellow customers folding, chatting, reading. It’s been nearly a decade since I’ve been to a laundromat, but not much has changed.
As often happens when I knit in public, my project (Second Sock) sparked curiosity and conversation. As she folded several baskets of clothes, the owner told me about her mother’s crochet and sewing skills.
A 20-something woman said that she’s been thinking of learning to knit, partly to do something creative and also to break her habit of defaulting to her phone. I told her about a couple of local yarn stores that offer lessons and, as I left, encouraged her to follow through: “you’ll never regret learning to knit.” Hope she does.
My first knitting teacher and I have been spending a lot of time together this winter, walking from her apartment to the village market and/or our favorite lunch spot or thrift store several times a week. We’ve watched lots of Celtics basketball and have welcomed the start of baseball season, which provide plenty of knitting opportunities.
Last week, Mom expressed interest in knitting again, so we pulled out the simplest of her several works in progress (WIPs). After the briefest of tutorials, her muscle memory kicked in, and she was on her way!
April 17, 2018 at 9:57 am
Beautifully written, inspiring and so dear! All the best to you and your mom!
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April 17, 2018 at 8:07 pm
Thanks, Arlie!
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April 11, 2018 at 3:56 pm
Great to see your Mom here knitting. While my mom cannot remember how to get to her storage unit, or where she put her grocery list, she continues to knit. A few more mistakes and in need of extra light to count stitches, nevertheless, she persists!
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April 11, 2018 at 4:42 pm
Please give her love from me and her dear friend Nancy!
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