Never thought I would see...

...my mother knitting!

My mum comes from a pretty good line of knitters- my great-aunt and grandmother were apparently both excellent at it. My mum and aunt tell me they would have hand-knitted sweaters when they growing up, made with little rows of ducks or rabbits along the bottom. And even more impressively, made without patterns! There is also my Fabulous Knitting Aunt who visits Melbourne twice a year from Hong Kong and can churn out a sweater a week, usually without a pattern too. I also remember her middle and youngest sisters in Canada being quite skilled with their knitting and crochet.

Anyway, I brought over some needles and yarn I purchased from the Southbank Market yesterday. The wool was intended as a Christmas scarf for my grandfather in Canada. The colour looked more indigo when I bought it ( hey, it was dark) but turned out to be more purples. My intention was to see if my mum thought my grandfather would wear those colours, but she decided she liked the yarn enough to knit herself a ribbed scarf and had done about 10cm by the time I left yesterday!

This is not a small thing to see my mother knit. She is not one of these knitting, baking mums. I am still holding my breath to see if she will get bored and abandon the scarf before it's finished. But momentarily, I'm pleased at having converted another person to the Fibre-Side!