
Every Saturday, as soon as A Stitch In Time opened its doors, my mother was first in line …. and sheโd drag me along.
Mother would spend hours going through the new fabric; the store, with its profusion of colors, designs and matching thread, was her fantasy land.
Then Kellyโs Knitting Korner opened next door and mother would lose all sense of time surrounded by cotton candy skeins of wool.
I hated being there. Bored, I’d spin the display racks, play pirate with the knitting needles and wish I was home watching Mighty Mouse.
I never did learn how to knit.
NAR ยฉ 2023
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I would have loved to have spent time in the haberdashery. Fortunately, I did learn to knit!
I’m so sorry for the lateness of this reply, I didn’t spot it until today. ๐
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It’s always great when we have an outlet we enjoy. Thank goodness I have music and writing bc I can’t knit or sew my way out of a paper bag!
No need to apologize at all; I don’t stand on protocol and have done the same thing myself. No worries, Sue!
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Thank you.
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Ah knitting. One seems to either love or hate. I find knitting frustrusting. My brain and hands just arent wired. I’d rather Mighty Mouse too.
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*frustrating
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I agree 100% and I love the new word you created: frustrusting: the annoyance we feel upon putting our trust in someone who clearly doesn’t deserve it and continues to disappoint! LOL!
Thanks for your comments today, Tannille!
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Dear Nancy,
I never learned to knit. I tried but it was an epic fail. ๐ Love this story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle!
I’m finding that to be the case for many of us! ๐
Peace โ๐ผ
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I would be bored too. I would rather spend hours in a bookstore because I love reading. Not everyone is cut out to be a seamstress or to follow in their parents’ footsteps. As you said, Nancy, we all have our talents.
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Exactly right!
Thanks for sharing your thoughts today!
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Hours on end of boredom would deter anyone from wanting to learn any craft. Nicely told.
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Perfectly said! Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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๐ Thanks.
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Fun story, Nancy. Must have been torture as a kid. There was a 50/50 chance you’d catch the knitting bug.
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Oh, it was a nightmare!
I caught the writing and music bugs instead;
my sewing and knitting attempts were laughable!
Thanks, Li!
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You’re welcome. I think you did ok with those substitutions. How did your mom feel about it?
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About as well as you can imagine! ๐
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Mighty Mouse – I loved that show when I was a kid. That and Underdog. At least you put your imagination to good use, I would just wander off and get lost. My mom never went anywhere near as interesting as a knitting store; the bank, the supermarket, the department store, church and work. Lovely story.
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My mother was a professional seamstress. She lived for stores like this!
Glad you enjoyed my little story.
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And, please tell me, can anything surpass that stare over the glasses as she masterfully kept on knitting/sewing ?
Parents and their ‘dream child” – see now, what you call as a disappointment for your ma, enabled you nurture creative freedom for your own.
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Ah, the disapproving maternal stare … how could I ever forget the fear running up and down my spine?! Yet, I always pushed the envelope as far as it would go.
I believe my mother was often proud of me; hearing her say so would have been wondrous.
Grazie infinite, caro. โค๏ธ
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I have Italian parents and if your mom was around the same age as mine – it wasnโt really a thing to tell your kids how proud you were. They could always be better, keep them humble, and donโt brag as malocchio is a real superstition!
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Ah, yes. The malocchio! ๐ค๐ผ ๐ ๐ถ๏ธ
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Being dragged along on Mother’s shopping trips is no fun for kids. Or husbands.( I speak from experience there.) A nice, nostalgic story here.
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Well, you haven’t shopped with my husband, Margaret.
I’m the one being pulled to the store, then left sitting outside the changing room messaging my friends on WhatsApp while he tries on one pair of pants after the other.
It’s called “a drag” for a very good reason! ๐
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Really! Well I’m amazed. I do believe the only solution in either case is to shop solo. Much more fun.
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Absolutely agree!
In fact, I’d rather shop on line!
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Made me smile, from title to end. ๐๐ป With a talented seamstress mom and aunt (like a mom) I can relate. Despite my early lack of interest, I did start sewing in my 20s and love it, although I haven’t since my sewing machine broke. ๐ My grandma taught me simple knitting, but I did not pursue that.
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Oh, I can definitely relate to your comments! My mother tried to teach me how to sew; I had neither the ability nor the desire. For someone like my mother who used her sewing machine every day of her life, I’m sure this was a major disappointment. Well, we all have our talents! Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Michele! ๐งต ๐ชก
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Yes we do and you are welcome! My mom and daughter are badasses when it comes to anything mechanical or crafty. I am sure between the two of them they could build an entire house and decorate it! I prefer to get crafty with words. Maybe sew a few skirts from time to time. ๐
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When Mary goes to a yarn store I generally stay in the car….
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Sounds like a wise move, John!
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I can relate. This sounds a lot like my childhood. Sew & Sew was my mom’s store of choice. They fulfilled both my mom’s passions, sewing and crocheting.
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What a great name for a notions store!
Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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My mom was that kind of shopper. Fabric warehouse stores were her happy place. I hated having to go shopping with her when I was small, but I’d give a lot to spend some shopping time with her now ๐
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That’s a lovely comment; I’m sure you’ve got some beautiful memories.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts today.
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They say a stitch in time saves nine, but when I try, I end up stitching nine more – at least!
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I’m pretty much hopeless in the sewing department.
My mother can’t be happy about that!
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Nicely done N.
I learned how to crochet and do it off and on as the spirit moves, but I realized that what I really loved was buying the yarn and looking at it, not actually turning it in to anything.
Daughter loves to knit and she is teaching me. I don’t care for it much, but I humored her with a headband…I’d rather just keep the balls of yarn in their little basket.
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My cat gets into the yarn; at least that’s my excuse!
I tried my hand at a couple of scarves.
They were all about 10″ wide at the bottom and about 20″ at the top;
go figure!
I am not a crafty gal! ๐
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“Here I come to save the day…”
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Excellent! So you’ve seen my knitting failures, eh? ๐
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Safety pins are my favorite part of sewing.
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HAHAHA!!!
I can dig it!!
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I have a big cookie can filled with buttons of every size every shape. If you ever need any. My eyes won’t even thread a needle anymore.
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Yeah, I’ve got one of those butter cookie tins, too. My mother had dozens of them and I remember being so disappointed that they were filled with sewing notions and not cookies. How the hell I fell for that trick every time is beyond me. What a dummy!
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So-Sorree
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HAHAHAHA! Yes. A million times over, yes.yes.yes. Although I played Robin Hood, and sat under the display racks and watched people. I occasionally shot arrows at the ones I took a disliking to.
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You can’t make this stuff up, sis!
Yes, I can remember hiding behind the racks of reams and skeins, swinging my sword like Black Beard, coming very close to jabbing the fat calves of lady shoppers!
Oh, what fun we would have had together!
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Interesting, if that’s the word, that we both took on male characters. For me, never Maid Marion. Never ever!
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We identified with fluid before it was a pronoun! ๐
We were already girls;
no fun in pretending to be one ๐
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This is so spot on the mark. Good morning, sis.
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Thanks, sis.
I’d rather be home,
playing in my blanket tent!
๐ฅฐ
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I’d rather be nimble enough to be able to do that! I had to ask Peder to fetch a bread tin on the lower shelf for me this morning. ๐คฃ
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A classic case of sensory overload Nancy โบ๏ธ๐
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Hahaha!
Thanks for the laugh, Ivor!
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Youโre welcome Nancy
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It would be a heaven for me too.
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My mother was a professional seamstress;
I can sew a simple hem by hand and reattach a button.
Knitting needs are reserved for stabbing my voodoo dolls and
I run at the sight of a sewing machine.
So much for being my mother’s daughter!
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You have your own strengths Nancy.
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