Warning this post contains high levels of 70s knitwear
Knitting the Black Purl Clapotis has reminded me that I'm always nervous about making things for other people. Everything I've made so far has been well received, but I'm always suspicious that they are just being polite. I think this stems from my childhood.
Both of my grandmothers were prolific knitters. My mum's mum was a handknitter whilst my dad's mum was a machine knitter. I'm certain that they were competitive over who made what for which granddaughter and how much it was worn. I remembered this photograph the other day and wanted to share it with you.
This is my sister and I in 1978 wearing an interesting hat and jacket combo that my maternal grandmother had knitted for us. Both the hat and jacket were knitted in some sort of ‘loopy’ stitch. I thought that there was some other technical word for this stitch but apparently not. I’m the one in red. My sister is the one that looks like a bumble bee. I have a clear memory of getting ready for this photo. Hats were jammed on heads; jackets buttoned up all the way and we were route marched to the end of our driveway. It was to be a public humiliation as some of the local kids riding past on their bikes, laughing. You may just be able to make out a shadowy figure in the doorway. That’s my mum standing guard in case we made a run for it.
I hope that I never put anyone through the forced smile and the ‘oh you shouldn’t have’.
BTW, I don’t want you to think that I am ungrateful for the hours of hard work that both my grandmothers put into the clothes they made for us. For years, my pride and joy was a ‘Starkey’ cardigan that my paternal grandmother knitted for me. Well, it was the 70s. I’m still looking for a photo of me wearing that cardigan. If I find one, I’ll share it with you.