When I was about 9 or 10 years old, my mom tried to teach me how to knit. I started out with a skein of red cotton yarn and a pair of size 8 knitting needles. I would knit and knit and knit. And after I went to bed, she would try to fix the mess I'd made. I lost interest (if I ever had any) and she gave up on me ever becoming a domestic goddess.
Last month I bought a book to learn how to knit. I started a knitting project (that I bought the needles for). I am not very good at all and, after failing four times to get the first row, I moved on to a different project.
I pressed the panda and bamboo batik fabrics for a quilt that I have had planned for a while. But then I remembered that the fabrics hadn't been prewashed, so I decided to work on something else.
I ended the night working on an afghan that I started a couple of years ago for Mom. I have made one for myself. Mom loved it and wanted one, too. I worked on it and listened to "A Breath of Snow and Ashes" till I was too tired to keep my eyes open.
Lovely!!!
Mom says that I sound just like the little old ladies in "Saving Grace" when I talk about how lovely things are.
Diana - I love Grace. I really, really love her ...
Quentin - Right. Where do I find her?
Diana - In a lovely, lovely house. I love her.
Quentin - And how do I find the lovely, lovely house?
Diana - Up the lovely, lovely hill
Quentin - Right. Where do I find her?
Diana - In a lovely, lovely house. I love her.
Quentin - And how do I find the lovely, lovely house?
Diana - Up the lovely, lovely hill
from Saving Grace
