|Photograph of Grandad, Me, and Granny in 2000|
at my parents' house in Pennsylvania.
I remember going over to my grandparents' house and going into Granny's knitting room. She had a knitting machine and along the wall were shelves with yarn. To this day, smelling wool brings back those memories-so if my friends and family see me sniffing wool you'll know why I do that now. Granny died in 2005, but I'm thankful to have many fond memories of opening up her gifts.
Hopefully, I can continue to pass handmade gifts that are knit with love to my family and friends-which reminds me, I must start knitting Christmas gifts if I hope to finish them by Christmas.
Do you have a knitting hero?
They don't have to be famous.