Came upon this old polaroid. I know not where or when it was taken. Who was the photographer? That’s my grandmother, Helen, on the left and my mother, Nancy, on the right. Both were avid knitters and it is unusual to see HElen’s hands idle. Helen made the afghan. It would be laid at the foot of my bed many years in the future. I love how Nancy kicked off her shoes. And Helen is smiling. To see them both happy was also very unusual.
They loved each other, no doubt; but their relationship was fraught with conflicting emotions exacerbated by clashing personality types. To me, they were so much alike. Helen would be the first to say: ”it’s Nancy who has all the talent”. They both sure could knit and I was often the recipient of their gifts.
I like these two images together. I only recently discovered this photo, right after I finished the painting which I saw as a woman doing some type of handiwork. When I think of the women in my life, it is hard for me to imagine them without some type of textile in their hands.
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