The daughter of my sister has started wearing the rainbow sweater i knitted for my dad appx. 35 years ago. Isn’t it amazing? I’m quite flattered. I think she likes the unicorn colours (she used to like unicorns) and she finds it fascinating that i made it so long ago when i was about her age, plus many young people i know like vintage.
Here they are: 2 people; representing 3 generations
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I had so many reactions to this post on Facebook, that I decided to display an anonymised view of them here. It sparked in me this idea about how a piece of knitwear can form a family connection, be an inter-generational piece when shared and bridge time. Just like the act of knitting itself often also is, passed down from generation to generation. at least I learned knitting from my grandma and my mum. I know nowadays many new knitters learn knitting from YouTube, so we are breaking the pattern.
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