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Today I sent a selection of knitting needles, collected over the years to a young lady who grew up with my youngest daughter.

I learned to knit, along with a class of other girls when I was 9 or 10, while growing up in Nebraska. My interest lasted about as long as it took to make a hat and scarf, sadly, I did not keep it up, and somewhere along the way that set of needles went the way of many other childhood toys… I am sure my parents gave them to someone who would use them.

About 20 years later, I took it up again, my skills improved and so did my desire to make things. Scarves, hats, and a few baby afghans began to appear. With those increased abilities came the need for more needles, different lengths and sizes and a collection was born.

Over the years, I have purchased some, some came as gifts, one group of needles came while we lived in New Hampshire. Walking down the street , we came upon a home being emptied after a death in the family. There in the bin for trash was a large collection of knitting supplies. The family was happy to ‘donate’ them to another knitter, rather than the local land-fill and I was pleased with the acquisition, too.

Sweaters and slippers were soon added to my repertoire as my stack of patterns grew and I met another knitter there who taught me much and encouraged me.

We moved back to Missouri and so, the needles migrated with us. As the annual Christmases, birthday parties and baby gifts came around with knit gifts, I acquired some more ‘legacy’ needles from one of my sister-in-laws when her mother passed away.

I took an inventory and had them from size 0 to 13, long, short, some double point and some circular. Quite a collection, and truly well-loved.

Then I went to visit my daughter in California and discovered bamboo needles.  Over time all the metal and plastic ones were replaced with bamboo.

What to do with all these needless needles?  When I discovered that this long time friend was knitting, I offered her the needles and she accepted. She has promised to teach someone, hopefully a future daughter in law and pass along to at least a fourth generation some needles with a story.

I hope that happens!


“Something I wore?” In 60+ years, I’ve worn a lot of things…

My parents liked to dress me in cute, stylish dresses , such as the one in this photo taken by my father when I was about 18 months old.That was not very effective, as soon as I was old enough to rebel against ruffles and lace, probably 5(?) I learned that JEANS and pockets were much more to my liking and standard of living. Being the only girl  on the block among a bunch of boys, the choices were adapt or have no one to play with. When I started school, I made a girl friend, who was also a tomboy. We played with the ‘boys’. It was what we did, our younger sisters played with dolls, we, however, were known to scalp them playing cowboys.

I could run, play tackle football and climb trees with those guys and never ever miss a beat.

High school, where girls were expected to wear dresses or skirts,  was an unpleasant experience. I had then and still have NO sense of style. Can’t help it, my Gram and sister got those genes and they missed me completely! It’s a good thing our rural school did not have a prom or anything like that… Well, I would not have gone, the idea of a fancy dress and heels gives me shudders.

Those moments in the daughters lives were shunted off to other people who might have a clue. I stood around and took pictures of my lovely girls, but offered nothing in the way of suggestions.

As and adult, college did not require any remarkable clothing, and a health care career was simple scrubs. Possibly my best foray into style, since they came in all colors and many prints over the years. Pretty much what I could wear and be comfortable in.

So, here I sit, in my sweatshirt, jeans,and hiking boots. my basic ‘uniform’ these days… oh yes, I do wear hats and this is one I made recently and wear frequently.

So, there you have it. “something I wore” and something I wear now.