I recently got my hot little hands on an old copy of Needlecraft magazine, March 1922. It has this wonderful little poem in there titled "Knitting" and I thought I'd share it with you. I've interspersed the verses with pics of some of my knitting or project bags.
by Alicia Carew Stuart
Our Peggy was knitting a stocking
Busy and blythe as a bee-
A dear little, pink little stocking
To fit her dear brother of three.
For Grandma had taught her the stitches,
Holding both the small hands in her own,
And guiding them gently till Peggy
Felt sure she could "go it alone".
Stitch followed stitch on the needles,
Row after row was arrayed,
As Peggy sat knitting like any
Long-ago little puritan maid.
Then, ere one could guess what had happened,
Came a quick, sorry gasp of dismay,
For two of those mischievous stitches
Had slipped off and ravelled away.
Discouraged, she brought the wee stocking
And laid it on Grandmama's knee,
Her eyes brimming over with teardrops:
"Oh dear! it's all spoiled: don't you see?"
But Grandma said, "No--we will mend it,"
A smile on her kind, loving face,
As she picked up those runaway stitches
And brought them right back into place. I smiled as I listened; and pondered
How like to our knitting is life,
Sometimes running smoothly and joy-filled,
Anon marred by sorrow or strife.
Yet, if we will take to the Father
Each trial and blunder and care,
He surely will pick up the stitches,
And help us make life's pattern fair.