You may look and say whoah she has needles!! They are memories to me, some I will not part with for they were given to me from friends now in heaven knitting, some from my tutu, grandmother, friends who became family- my ohana. Each curve of the needle, every worn spot has a memory. If they could only tell the story.
Some do tell the story.
My grandmother got these needles to knit socks for soldiers in WW2, they are marked with bands representing inches...they are worn, missing needles...they still talk..
