My beloved and sweet grandmother (*1899) was a knitter. Whenever I visited her, she spent the day knitting, reading, looking after her plants, and taking a nap, or two. And, because she was lefty, as I am, she took some time to teach me how to knit. Sadly, I did not retain the knitting she taught me, as I failed to continue with it later on. That is one of my regrets in life. Asides from the regret it causes, it warms me deeply to see knitters these days, as humans seem to struggle to find things to do which are not digital.
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