Sunday, May 10, 2009


Moms are wondeful things. I am really lucky-I got a great one. She can do everything well from cooking, cleaning, sewing knitting and even crochet. Well, maybe not everything--she can't ride a bike or swim. I could never love my mom any less even though she can do soooo many things that drive me crazy. The experts say this is normal.

When I was little, She made sure that I always had things to keep me busy. I colored and drew obessively, I played with dolls that had lovely mom-made dresses and even tried my hand at knitting. I made tons of drop stitch scarves and maybe a pair of mittens or two. (back then, it seems like a ball of yarn never ran out.) I remember my mom knitting my dad a wine colored cardigan. We would take her ball of yarn and string it all over the house making a crazy spiderweb--she never seemed to mind, she just kept knitting away. The cardigan was a success, my dad wore it proudly and often.

While I was on reserve when I first became a flight attendant, I retaught myself how to knit. A book from the library and some cheap yarn from Michaels and I was on my way. My life really changed one day on my way to the gym. As a neared Better Bodies, I saw IT! IT was a sign that said YARN. I slammed on the brakes, parked, a ran into a shop called Knitwits. I never made it to the gym that day and many times after that. There's something very special about knitting, talking about knitting, and planning the next project in the company of other knitters.

I feel so greatful to have a mom and a local yarn shop that I love so much. When I can't be with my mom, the friendships of Knitwits fills any voids. It truly is a place "Where Friends are Made."

While I can't be with my mom this Mother's Day, it feels right to be at Knitwits. Come keep me company. Happy Mother's Day!

1 comment:

  1. You are so sweet!!
    My mom always said "I grew up with all that homemade junk and I don't want any of it".
    I sure hope my kids remember all my homemade wonders with fondness. I especially can relate to the spider web making. I give the boy a ball of yarn to play with to buy time to knit. Instead of webs, he makes traps to catch bad guys with. He loves it and so do I.
    There are alot of different kind of mothers, just not those who have given birth. Happy Day to All!!!