Chinese mass-produced knit/crochet hybrid.
This disturbs me. It's all cute n stuff but the amount of work that goes into these things cannot be equal to what the people who make them are paid.
It starts off crochet, switches to knitting and then back to crochet. It's not machine made, it can't possibly be.
I am pretty sure this came from a shop in Gatlinburg, TN my mom worked at back in the 90's.
Showing posts with label missing my mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label missing my mom. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
100 Days of Doilies Day 28
I remember getting this pattern book from the Watseka Walmart. Had to be early to mid 1990s.
This is one of a pair I made for my mom for her bed. She sewed them onto pillow covers. She used them in Rossville IL, Dandridge and Gatlinburg TN and Chicago. You will see another one in a darker shade sometime down the line.
This is one of a pair I made for my mom for her bed. She sewed them onto pillow covers. She used them in Rossville IL, Dandridge and Gatlinburg TN and Chicago. You will see another one in a darker shade sometime down the line.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
100 Days of Doilies Day 7
Ahhhhhh, the knitted doily! I made this on in Colorado in 2007. One of the ladies I knit with at Knitter's Kove wanted to try the technique and had some extra cotton yarn to share with me. I did a small one first then this one using vintage steel circular needles size 3. NEVER AGAIN!!! Let me repeat that....NEVER AGAIN!!!!
I took it to my mom in Chicago when she was in rehab after dehydrating due to chemo treatments. When she moved in with me I stretched it on a doily board and hung it in her room. (She died 6 weeks later) It stayed there until I took it down last October and brought it with me to Ranucky. It has lived several places here in my little pink room. I love it though I hate it. Clear as mud right?
I took it to my mom in Chicago when she was in rehab after dehydrating due to chemo treatments. When she moved in with me I stretched it on a doily board and hung it in her room. (She died 6 weeks later) It stayed there until I took it down last October and brought it with me to Ranucky. It has lived several places here in my little pink room. I love it though I hate it. Clear as mud right?
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Stop and Smell the Flowers 306/365
About two years ago I published a similar picture of my mom smelling the sweet peas. Bitter Sweet memories.
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