Mom knitted beautifully.
She tried to teach me several times as a kid, but since I am left-handed and she's not, I had a hard time with the whole mirror-image learning thing. She also sewed like a fiend (in the nicest, best possible way). Happily, I picked that up.
This funky Granny Square poncho must have been a one-off crochet project for her. She made it for my sister circa 1975. The acrylic has gotten a bit crunchy, but it's still awesome!
1 comment:
I want my poncho back!
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