My Dad was wounded in WWII and was taught to knit for recovery. The patients knitted wool socks for the troops. He taught me to knit. He also taught me to hunt, fish and all the other things I needed in life. I passed this on to my sons and daughters.
I once knitted my own sweater out of Barbed Wire, it was too scratchy, gave me a rash. So I made my knitting needles into phillips head scewdrivers and sold them as Christmas gifts so I could afford the balm for my rash. You never know what a balm is going to do? Just ask Jackie Childs.
A friend of mine would occasionally lean over to another woman and say “Want to see me make these guys lower their voices half an octave?” and would invariably be invited to demonstrate that talent. She’d then ask loudly “Are there any manly men here?” and a chorus of tenors would convert themselves to baritones in response. Worked every time!
NeedaChuckle Premium Member over 6 years ago
Strange coincidence. I wanted a scarf, a long scarf and could not find one. So I made one. Found out I didn’t like long scarves, LOL!
Ratbrat over 6 years ago
Men were the first knitters. The knitting guilds had only men.
Smokie over 6 years ago
My Dad was wounded in WWII and was taught to knit for recovery. The patients knitted wool socks for the troops. He taught me to knit. He also taught me to hunt, fish and all the other things I needed in life. I passed this on to my sons and daughters.
F-Flash over 6 years ago
I once knitted my own sweater out of Barbed Wire, it was too scratchy, gave me a rash. So I made my knitting needles into phillips head scewdrivers and sold them as Christmas gifts so I could afford the balm for my rash. You never know what a balm is going to do? Just ask Jackie Childs.
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member over 6 years ago
One of my uncles took up needlepoint. Kicked a 40 year tobacco addiction.
Richard S Russell Premium Member over 6 years ago
A friend of mine would occasionally lean over to another woman and say “Want to see me make these guys lower their voices half an octave?” and would invariably be invited to demonstrate that talent. She’d then ask loudly “Are there any manly men here?” and a chorus of tenors would convert themselves to baritones in response. Worked every time!
Sisyphos over 6 years ago
What a coward you are, Monty! Collared cowardly knit-scarf cover-up! Stick it to him, Dehlia!
eb110americana over 6 years ago
If your “manliness” can be threatened by picking up needle and thread, you probably didn’t have much to begin with.