My mother, known to all her grandchildren as Nana, loved to knit. When I was young and still living at home I really don't remember an evening watching TV together that she wasn't knitting. There were, of course, times that she was doing needlepoint but her true love was knitting. That ended when her arthritis got to the point that she could no longer move the needles in the proper manner. She was sad when that occurred but was happy she could continue to work on needlepoint and sometimes embroidery. I think all three of us, her daughters, have pieces of her needlepoint. Her work is very fine.
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