the first day

could you ever just kick yourself?  you know, playing that same situation over and over and over again in your mind and wish you could do it again.  just two minutes, that's all you need, if you knew then what you know now you'd do different........wouldn't we all!

i mean totally go right back in time, to about eighteen years ago. just like you were really there, in your grandmother's last apartment.  be in the room, sitting on the couch, the same people are there, they are doing the same things.  she has passed away after a long and wonderful life and we are going through her things and sorting and packing. and there you are, your parents and aunts and uncles are asking you that question .....  "Laurie, I know you don't knit but you're crafty, would you like this box of Grandma's knitting needles and stuff?"  and what you hear yourself say in the past....is....is....is  what you just want to kick yourself over....still.....to this day!

grandma wasn't a patient teacher.  and i had the dread of "being left -handed" hung over me most of my life.  i remember a few brief, very brief lessons with hellish rainbow Woolworth's yarn.  "i knit way too tight" is really all i can remember.  but knew "i would never learn".

it sure would be fun to have the big-o stack of vintage knitting needles on display in my craft room.  or to knit on them once in awhile just for the karma of it all.  even tho grandma didn't really teach me to knit i do believe that Norweigian Blood flows deep.  

hope those ladies at the nursing home made lots of wonderful premie hats and blankets with them.