Many years ago I was desperate for a way to fill my long days being housebound while my children were in school and my husband was working. We were living in Massachusetts and the cold and ice storms kept me home.
While I had done lots of sewing in years past I had never held a knitting needle. Knitting was a big craft in New England because it was very practical. The women formed knitting clubs and a neighbor offered to teach me how to knit. After I had purchased the necessary items she showed me how to cast on, knit and purl . I started on a plain sweater and was about half way up the front panel when I discovered a dropped stitch near the starting point. In desperation I went to my Swiss neighbor for help. She took one look at my efforts and said, "Is not nice." She then took over the teaching job and I was on a roll. From that moment on I had knitting needles in my hand every time I sat down. I started with sweaters, graduated to cable knits and finally complicated patterns. By the time I left New England, my entire family had sweaters, caps, scarfs and many afghans.
I continued this escape after I returned to Arizona where warm sweaters were rarely necessary so I concentrated on afghans. I kept finding new patterns to make and, as a result, my sister and children have many afghans now. The one I am showing on this post took the longest to make. I chose it because I could use up left over yarn in the embroidery of the birds. That was the hard part. I have always wanted to do this afghan over in better yarn and different colors, but I no longer have the patience.
One of the birds in the pattern has disappeared from this page even though I saved it. I wish I could figure out how to use blog spot successfully. It is far more frustrating than knitting an afghan. Tomorrow I will post another afghan. This post will only let me put the photos you see on it. When I try to add more, the others vanish. Are you listening blog spot?