Knitting has been a special part of my life since I was a child, a talent that my grandmother passed down to me. She taught me how to knit when I was younger, and it rapidly became a shared hobby that united us deeply. Every year, a few months before our family reunion, we would knit together to create stunning items to display at the event. Our family even staged a small contest to honor our work, which I always won. The achievements drew me closer to my grandmother, forging a unique bond via our shared interest.

Knitting has evolved into more than simply a pastime for me,  it’s a source of comfort and a means to deal with stress and feelings of isolation. My relatives were also taught by my grandmother, but none of them followed in my footsteps. For grams, knitting was a practical skill that allowed us to fix our clothes without the need for a tailor.

I recall tearing up my favorite pair of pants and being able to repair them with an invisible stitch, which repeated the significance of her teaching. Beyond knitting, I’ve broadened my abilities to include crocheting and making clothes for myself. This activity has created many memories and skills that I keep with me as an ongoing symbol of my grandmother’s love and wisdom.

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