2017 A to Z: Letter K…
I thought I’d change the on-going 52 stories this year to an A to Z of 26 stories of “All About Me”. I plan to post bi-monthly, but I’m not holding myself to a certain time frame other than completing by year end. Originally I was going to do the “All About Me” for the 30 Day -April A to Z, but thought I might get just a wee bit long-winded, so I’m giving myself a longer time frame. Hopefully, by the time I reach letter Z, I will have written all I can remember about “me.” If you so feel inclined, why not join me in your own “A to Z” of All about Me!
Letter K is for… Knitting and Ketchup
I never knitted as a child… and only saw my mother crochet, making those fad items like poodle bottle covers and toilet-roll doll covers. Mama told me that she knitted as a child, making squares that one of her teachers sewed together for the servicemen. She even made her own knitting needles from sticks.
My Vera Bradley bag (found at a flea market) has been re-purposed as my knitting bag. I love the zippered pouches to hold all my knitting supplies; so easy to keep with me and have all, or at least most, of my knitting needles. Believe me, you will end up with lots of knitting supplies and gadgets needed!
It was my mother-in-law who I credit with teaching me how to knit and crochet when I lived with them while hubby was stationed in Thailand. I must have picked it up pretty quickly and I never remember having any problems in reading a pattern. I’ve never understood how people say that they can’t read directions, as it was never hard for me; there were times when some directions were difficult to understand, but by reading and re-reading I was finally able to understand what they meant.
In today’s world of having the internet at your fingertips, whenever I had a problem with a pattern, it was easy enough to turn to YouTube for help. It’s amazing at all the videos offered to teach you how to do anything and everything. Even my husband searches out “how to’s” on there, and he already knows how to do pretty much anything.
Knitting bowl hubby made me – the artwork for the yarn to slide through miraculously looks like the letter J!
Just last year I discovered wooden knitting bowls and after watching videos on how to make them, my husband and I began searching for wooden bowls at tags sales; he researched on youtube, and came up with a plan. Before I knew it, I had my knitting bowl…. as soon as my daughter saw it, “I want one.” The latest one will be going to my daughter-in-law. I even made my daughter a mini one for her desk at work!
My daughter’s “mini knitting bowl”
My daughter-in-law is also now learning and I hope all of my granddaughters will eventually learn. After all, I have lots and lots of knitting needles to pass along. I gave Ella, my oldest granddaughter, a pair of needles for her 7th birthday this year, but I think she’s going to have to grow into them. It takes time for the younger ones to grasp the concept of how to maneuver the needles between your fingers. If you’ve ever watched someone new trying to hold needles and yarn at the same time, you know what I mean! You can never start them too early on the knitting addiction… eventually, they will grasp the concept and soon be knitting their own hats!
I’ve always remembered the verse below after watching Martha Stewart teach children how to knit by using this verse. Hopefully, it will help my granddaughters learn to knit.
“In through the front door, run around the back, peek through the window, off jumps Jack.”
I know it’s a funny topic, but I was quite fanatical about which brand of ketchup I’d eat as a child – and it was only Hunt’s! Mama could never understand why I’d only eat that brand and often try to fool me by putting another brand in my Hunt’s bottle… but she never fooled me; I always knew the difference!
In as much as I loved ketchup on everything…. I hated tomatoes, but they were mama’s favorite, and she usually served sliced tomatoes with dinner and especially loved them with breakfast. Even today she will order sliced tomatoes with breakfast, which I think is more of a Southern thing. Mama says I ate ketchup on my scrambled eggs when I was young, and now I cringe if I see someone doing that… and absolutely hate the smell of it! It just doesn’t seem right!
I do put ketchup on lots of things, just not eggs. I can’t eat steak without it… I know that’s a sin… but I do it anyway! My hamburgers are ketchup only, and who doesn’t eat french fries without dunking in ketchup? I know I’m a funny duck as I don’t indulge in mustard or mayonnaise…. but, Ketchup is my only condiment!
It was those sliced tomatoes that mama loved so much that gave away who Santa was. It clicked for me when she had me leave them out for him… wouldn’t Santa rather have a cookie?
Funny how now, my choice in ketchup has changed to Heinz only now…
I guess I outgrew the Hunts brand of taste.
Maybe I like the 57 varieties they include in every jar!
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