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

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


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


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