By Angela Fry, Oldina, Tas.
I have always loved knitting. I can remember my mum teaching me to knit when I was about four years old, dropping stitches and handing the work back to mum to fix up the mistakes. While we kids were of school age, mum was rarely seen without a pair of knitting needles in her hands, as she was known as the lady everyone went to when they wanted something special knitted by hand.
I remember one woman who came regularly with very expen- sive wool and the latest fashion asking mum to knit for her. This request was for not one, but two, knitted flared pantsuits complete with a long jacket, with pockets, with some fancy crocheting around the bottom 15cm of the flared trousers, jacket bottom and sleeves. One suit was mauve and the other a cinnamon colour and the garments weighed a ton, and would no doubt have stretched in the wash.
One of the many stories in Issue 255 Oct/Nov 2019
