Here I am with my mother, outside a rather wonderful Derbyshire pub, The Devonshire Arms at Pilsley. Great for lunch – just get there early!
In recent years, my mother has discovered the delights of the Women’s Institute. She told me that with the WI she’d made a teapot cosy. She suggested it was a tad, ahem, exuberant. But nothing prepared me for the joyful woollie eccentricity that awaited me!
I mean, there are tea pot cosies – and there are tea pot cosies! I love all the detail that’s gone into this. (It reminds me of the Knitted Olympics.)
The judges at our local fair were more circumspect…
How very dare you! I think this is why I feel slightly uncomfortable around creative arts being turned into a competition. Is there any right or wrong? Not that my mother gives a jot. She’s very proud of her tea cosy!
But all of this led me to think about how much I owe my mother. She taught me to knit. (She also taught me to read, a gift with a lifetime’s positive legacy.) She allowed me to use her sewing machine when I was a child. Tapestry, embroidery, papier mache, macrame, Easter bonnets – we did it all. It’s been a source of so much pleasure and continues to be. We spent a lot this weekend comparing knitting patterns!
I really enjoyed hearing about Handmade By Carolyn’s mother on her blog recently. Do you have a parent, a family member or friend, a mentor, teacher maybe – someone you should thank for your creativity today? What did they teach you? Tell me about them, then go on. Give them a call. Let them know you love them.