After we finished eating she sat in her recliner chair and started to knit a football blanket for my nephews.
She’s 86 and recently started to knit again. It keeps her occupied and it is not a wasted effort unless she’s knitting a Collingwood blanket.
I wrote some notes in my folder about a screenplay I was working on.
She looked over her yellow patch of wool and said, ‘Oh, you’re knitting too.’
I said ‘What do you mean’?
”Your knitting with words’.
I laughed. She was right. Mums are always right.
I enjoy ‘knitting with words’ although I sometimes lose the thread and the pattern at times.
And the odd ‘pearl’ goes astray.
We both sat there ‘knitting’ and occasionally discussed the latest news.
And shared a creative moment.