Thursday, April 24, 2008

my daughter's hands

 


She knits a sock, her first, lamenting the fact that once it's done she's only half finished. Carefully she knits and purls. The rows increase, she turns the heel. Her hands move in a rhythm familiar to her grandmothers. Graceful hands. Beautiful hands.
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2 comments:

  1. Elle Jay Bee2:36 PM

    What a nice post. I wish I could knit...it is such a useful skill.

    Thanks for your kind words on my post today. It truly is a special day for us.

    Linda

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  2. FrenchGardenHouse1:35 PM

    I love this post! A beautiful photograph, of your sweet daughter.
    xo Lidy

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