A look back today at how I came to love yarning crafts.
My paternal Grandmother, my Nan, Marian Culshaw nee Churchill. The lady who gave me a safe haven through a harsh childhood, and with whom, as a young teen, I spent many lovely weekends in knitting companionship in front of a blazing fire. Thank you Nan for your love and for sharing a lifelong passion.
23 years ago,our oldest child being cuddled by her already devoted paternal Grandad. Wrapped in a mama knit cardigan in garter stripes of yellow and white acrylic yarn. Many hours were spent by this 16 year old mama-to-be knitting up item after item of warm cosiness for the firstborn child.
Our firstborn boy, wrapped in yet more mama knit loveliness, big fluffy hats and bobbly cardigans.
And the fourthborn child, dressed up in yet more mama made labours of love.
I won't apologise for the poor quality of the photo's, they are old, and re-photographed, I read you shouldn't scan old photo's because of the harsh light? Precious memories all entwined with a wonderful crafting journey.