My Grandma had taught me how to do it when I was little, maybe 11 or 12, on a camping trip. That was years ago, and much to my frustration, I found I couldn't remember how do it.
Nick's Grandma is an amazing knitter and crocheter as well, so while she was in town this week she kindly sat down with me for a couple of hours. She taught me a basic purl, and how to do it the way her mother had taught her. A technique that no one else would ever teach, she said, but that had always worked for her. It was perfect. The way she showed me how to hold the needles and to wrap my yarn came easily, and I was able to make pretty little purls with out feeling clumsy. I felt like this was something special to know, thinking of her own mother patiently showing her when she was young.
I had bought two different types of cozy looking yarn. I ended up choosing the thinner one to begin, the pale grey wool with flecks of cream. It felt like yarn from a rolling-hills sheep farm in Ireland somewhere. I don't know, I love it. I chose shiny teal needles that slip easily around the yarn and each other...
Here is the start of my first scarf... so excited!
I love learning things this way, having a memory to go with a skill. Passing things along through the family...My dad taught me the proper way to hold a hammer and how to sand wood going WITH the grain. My mama, among many other things, taught me to sew. My own Grandmother spent hours sharing her paints with me. Now I can properly hold two knitting needles and make a basic scarf, thank you Grandma Riley:)
Have a wonderful weekend! Xo
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