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| This style, but with a smocked top and crocheted lace trim on edges of sleeves and hem - as well as matching slip. |
I've loved working with fabrics, threads and yarns since I was five years old. In kindergarten, we were each given a big square of burlap and a huge assortment of yarn and embroidery thread, dull plastic darning needles, buttons and pieces of fabric and told to imagine a scene in nature and recreate it with our materials on the burlap.
I loved the scratchy texture of the rough burlap, the softness of dark green cotton muslin, the slippery feel of brown satin. I pictured an apple tree in a meadow of flowers with the sun shining down. Round red buttons became apples, yellow fabric became the sun. I cut out fabric birds and made yarn-and-button flowers. Happiness bubbled up as my vision came into being.
Later, I learned to making yarn octopuses and sew doll clothes by hand. When I was old enough, Mom taught me to sew clothes on her machine. I took to it like bird to flight.
Years later, I decided to sew my first baby’s christening dress. I was determined to learn to crochet in order to make the five yards of lace trim required. I wanted to create a family heirloom. [I'm traveling, so unfortunately don't have a photo of the actual christening gown and lace to show you. These photos will give you an idea.]
Having my sainted mother, a master (mistress?) of the art of crochet, in my corner gave me the confidence to even attempt such a thing. Mom taught me using a large hook, thick yarn and the patience of—well, my mother. She's an amazing woman.
I loved the scratchy texture of the rough burlap, the softness of dark green cotton muslin, the slippery feel of brown satin. I pictured an apple tree in a meadow of flowers with the sun shining down. Round red buttons became apples, yellow fabric became the sun. I cut out fabric birds and made yarn-and-button flowers. Happiness bubbled up as my vision came into being.
Later, I learned to making yarn octopuses and sew doll clothes by hand. When I was old enough, Mom taught me to sew clothes on her machine. I took to it like bird to flight.
Years later, I decided to sew my first baby’s christening dress. I was determined to learn to crochet in order to make the five yards of lace trim required. I wanted to create a family heirloom. [I'm traveling, so unfortunately don't have a photo of the actual christening gown and lace to show you. These photos will give you an idea.]
Having my sainted mother, a master (mistress?) of the art of crochet, in my corner gave me the confidence to even attempt such a thing. Mom taught me using a large hook, thick yarn and the patience of—well, my mother. She's an amazing woman.
Although the end goal was to crochet yards of tiny, delicate
blue lace, for the first week I made thick potholders. Then I graduated to
thinner yarn, a smaller hook, and bookmarks. Lots of bookmarks! Finally, Mom announced
it was time to work with a thin-sliver-of-a shiny steel hook and some cotton
crochet thread hardly thicker than sewing thread. That was super hard! After a
few days’ practice, I tackled the lace. It took weeks to finish the lace and
the dress, but I’ve never been prouder of making something beautiful and
meaningful with my own two hands.
After that, I loved to crochet. I made hats, booties,
blankets and sweaters for my children and for gifts; crocheted scarves and vests
and afghans, doilies and lace pillow edgings; and even a beautiful red skirt
for myself. The skirt required a knitted waistband, so Mom and I figured out
how to knit and purl a little, but it took forever
to finish that one small piece! The end result was beautiful, but I hadn’t the
patience for knitting.
Fast-forward to the present. The second-eldest of my ten
grandchildren and her husband are expecting a baby—our first great-grandchild! I
so want to make him a blanket, but I gave up crocheting some years back due to
arthritis in my hands. It’s just too painful.
A friend suggested I try knitting, because it puts less strain on the finger joints. I decided to give knitting another try. My daughter-in-law gave me a book for beginners, Stitch 'n Bitch: the Knitter's Handbook by Debbie Stoller. I tried, but I struggled with the book until I visited my sister for a few days. She had me knitting and purling in half an hour.
A friend suggested I try knitting, because it puts less strain on the finger joints. I decided to give knitting another try. My daughter-in-law gave me a book for beginners, Stitch 'n Bitch: the Knitter's Handbook by Debbie Stoller. I tried, but I struggled with the book until I visited my sister for a few days. She had me knitting and purling in half an hour.
After much practicing with large needles and thick yarn, I
knew Knitting didn’t hurt my hands. I bought yarn for the (gulp) soon-to-arrive
baby’s knitted blanket. I chose an easy pattern from the book. Last weekend we
went for a getaway to Gig Harbor, Washington, where I planned to begin my
project. But when I started to knit, I discovered the yarn I’d chosen had NO
STRETCH WHATSOEVER! Knitting requires yarn that stretches a little. .
Luckily, amongst the picturesque shops around the harbor, my
husband spotted Rainy Day Yarns. I showed the shop ladies my stiff yarn (something
they’d never experienced before) and asked them to recommend some yarns that
would work in the pattern. They guided me to the area where I discovered an
even more beautiful (and elastic) yarn
than my original!
