This post could have been named 'Ode to Mrs. McArthur'. When I was in grade three, my teacher Mrs. McArthur said, that when we were done our work for the day, we could come sit by her desk and she would teach us how to knit. Well I didn't need to be asked twice! Myself and a handful of others took her up on her offer. Little did she know the gift she was giving me. I wonder if she ever thought of the children and grand children that I would be knitting for some 45 years later. I get all weepy thinking of her. I wonder how many more children she shared this gift with after I moved on to the next grades. How many before me had she taught? I knit all through elementary school until I hit my teen years and decided it wasn't cool anymore. Not until the doctor looked at me and said 'your pregnant' did I pick up the needles again. I had such fun knitting for all my babies and now my grand babes. So my dear Mrs. McArthur, thank you. Thank you for the gift of knitting, for endless hours of relaxation, and for the gift of this little shop I get to spend my future years at. You will never know how much I appreciate you taking the time to share with me your talent. You were my favourite teacher : )
and now a few photos of inside
I've got a table for you to sit at and knit : )
lots of different sock yarns
and a look in
Enjoy your week. I think it's going to be a busy one!!