The first two sections of my sewing memories came easily - until I got to the knitting part. I did do a lot of it. I made baby sweaters, booties, and blankets for friends - never any for my own children though, strangely. I learned a lot of techniques - learned to turn a heel to make socks, to knit with different colors, to do lacy knitting, make buttonholes and ribbing. But there are no pictures of any of it. EXCEPT. This outstanding one of me actually doing the knitting AND wearing my hand-knitted pink slippers with pompoms. Mike is sitting on the right reading the Atlanta Journal, and Daddy's arm is shown sitting next to me. So I guess Mama took the picture, and it's her fault for not telling me to cover up more - or unwind or something. I can't remember what I was knitting, but it looks like there is more of it on the table shelf. The hairdo looks frozen into place, and unfortunately I still wear a version of it except with less hair and less hair spray. I don't know how to fix pictures to make them look better, but I do know how to crop, and I decided not to. Like Mike always said, "It's who we are." The messy table, the book beside me just in case I get tired of knitting, the book on the table for when Mike gets through with the newspaper, our busily pursing our own pleasures, although we obviously have company. I always thought this picture was taken at the apartment in Cornelia, but looking at the floor, I realize it's in Alto in our first house complete with the Danish Modern furniture from Mike's parents that we were happy to have and never wore out. I believe some of us still have those tables around. There's some sort of radio, it looks like, and my ever-present glass of something. These pictures didn't hold up well.
I'm not totally proud of this bit of handiwork, but it must have seemed appropriate at the time. This is Grandma with her precious poodle that everyone hated but her and their matching outfits. Debby, if you read this, tell me her name. I'm sure all 3 of us were very proud at the moment. Gray was born 3 days after this picture was taken, so I can be forgiven for any lapses of common sense, I guess.
I see our merged collection of 33's and that Danish Modern coffee table holding the decorated bush. I wish the picture were clearer so I could see that what that decoration was behind her. I don't believe wired ribbon had been invented yet, so I can't imagine what could make a bow behave that way.
Another picture I found shows the second thing I knitted, a pink stuffed rabbit. You can't see much of the rabbit - I don't think it held up very well either - but I just wanted a chance to use the picture of that cute guilty-looking guy behind the door.
I guess I hadn't gotten the memo about babies playing with balloons yet.
That's about it with my knitting career. I did sew a few things during this time, some curtains, and I found a couple of pictures for a later time.
I'm not totally proud of this bit of handiwork, but it must have seemed appropriate at the time. This is Grandma with her precious poodle that everyone hated but her and their matching outfits. Debby, if you read this, tell me her name. I'm sure all 3 of us were very proud at the moment. Gray was born 3 days after this picture was taken, so I can be forgiven for any lapses of common sense, I guess.
I see our merged collection of 33's and that Danish Modern coffee table holding the decorated bush. I wish the picture were clearer so I could see that what that decoration was behind her. I don't believe wired ribbon had been invented yet, so I can't imagine what could make a bow behave that way.
I guess I hadn't gotten the memo about babies playing with balloons yet. 
Thank you for this glimpse into your world. It's always so comforting to see the realness of people and what makes them who they are! Each time you share, I feel like I get to know you a little better and create my mental picture of you. We really must meet sometime soon!
ReplyDeleteI really like the hair-do and the little slippers are so sweet. If you ever get the notion to knit again, I'll gladly pay you for a pair of those-pom pom and all! ;-)
I'd love to meet you too. You may be scared away if I keep on finding these old glimpses into the past. I would love to find that pattern again. Seems like you just knitted a rectangle and sewed up both ends somehow. And added the pompom, of course.
ReplyDeleteDear Becky: This pictures are so sweet, I really enjoied all them!!
ReplyDeleteYou look so good in that outfit, and your hair looks so good, like Lidya says, it is a better way to know you, thanks for sharing all this with us.
On the school I learned to make baby shoes, with a tiny lace bow on the top, but it is all I can do; I tried to knit a sweater but was an unsatisfactory work. Dina is better on this, she create once a gorgeous sweater for Diego, with a christmas tree on it. She gots the patience for this, Im more desperate; I preffer to create some necklace and wearing it a couple of ours later I start to making it.
Please show us an older pic from Mike; what kind of hobbie he use to do? Maybe wood?
Love Gaby
Gaby - I'm not sure what there is to like about that hair. Except it's not messy!
ReplyDeleteSend me pictures of your jewelry. I'd love to see some of it.
Mike's hobbies, huh? He never plays. Used to play golf some and tennis. Photography. I'll find some pictures he took and show them to you. No woodworking. We may have put up wallpaper or painted walls a time or 2, but we don't speak of those things. Now he likes crossword puzzles and texting on his Blackberry. He thinks I don't know this. Maybe he will "comment" one day.