The first lesson of knitting: don't be afraid to unravel mistakes.
Suburban Chicago, January 1982. Something has gone wrong with the Icelandic sweater I'm knitting. Mom taught me from the outset to "frog" an unsuccessful project. Here, Mom's feet serve as a swift for winding up the yarn.
2 comments:
Oh, boy, does that say "just us girls".
Delightful.
I remember that afternoon!
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