
Here is Simon the cat enjoying the socks I knit the girls for Christmas. I have really liked knitting socks, and maybe the guys will have a surprise in their stockings next year - not as beautiful as these, but much larger!
I remember from my childhood both the stigma and the beauty of handmade gifts. My grandmother and mother were wonderful seamstresses, and I can remember so many homemade dresses. One in particular was a tangerine colored dress with an embroidered yoke, ruffled sleeves and a big sash around the waist. It is the most beautiful dress I have ever had, made by my grandma. That dress and others were, of course, handsewn of necessity, and having "homemade" clothes was not the special treat it should have been. I think of all the time mom and grandma spent sewing, after they did their regular work. I think they both liked it and mom, particularly, enjoyed the satisfaction of finishing an almost perfect garment. Those of you who know Ruth will recognize that she always worried about the imperfect details! I guess I will keep on knitting and giving away - maybe Simon needs his own handknit blanket to lie on so he won't bother other people's socks.