On Sunday I went to my parents’ house to celebrate Mother’s Day, and after lunch we sat on the screen porch and I helped Mom with the heel turn on her very first sock (and put some stripes on my own sock while I was at it). Here are the mother and daughter socks:
Knitting with other people is cool, but there’s something extra-special about knitting with my mom. L’dor v’dor, from generation to generation, this is what happy memories are made of. I’m going to have to start knitting around the nieceling in hopes that she takes an interest.
(Mom thought I would write it up to be embarrassing that she needed help with the heel turn but I didn’t, so there. And just in case, I will point out that on my Very First Sock, I was so confused about the heel turn that I set the sock aside and knit another project or two before I convinced myself to just do it. First heel turns *are* confusing and I wouldn’t hold it against anyone for needing a little help or guidance.)