Small Peculiar

This is a memory of my mother, the most dedicated knitter I have ever met. She has been knitting now for almost seventy years. I don’t know how old I was when this exchange took place. Eight? Twelve? Probably not older than that.

I realize now that I should have put a star on my shirt here, as I put one on my nephew’s shirt when I draw him. I still do that, despite the fact that he is now almost seventeen and enormous. Maybe I will eventually give him a different shirt, but maybe not.