via Daily Prompt: Pattern

Right off the bat an image of my dear mother appeared.  One line of purl, one line of plain stitches or variations on the number of lines of purls and plains….her knitting needles clicking away, while she would deftly insert the needle over the previous stitch or under the stitch, without glancing down and carrying on a conversation all the while.

From the first casting on of stitches which looked awkward and showed no promise of the finished garment, to the final row when the pattern was revealed was a labor of love. There was the basket weave pattern, the cable stitch pattern, the chevron pattern …she knitted them all.




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