My mother, Anna Thompson, turned 70 years old today. She taught me to knit and crochet, passing down the skills to another generation of our family. Her grandmother (my Groβoma) could knit socks with her hands under the table, while her eyes were occupied with reading. Her mother (my Oma) taught needlework in a German village school, where my mother’s father was the teacher.
Now my mom is the coolest possible, jeans-wearing Oma, who has long straight hair that is still dark, with a few highlights of silver. She encourages my daughters in their fibery and arty pursuits, and she is my biggest fan (just take a look at her comment on my last post).
Happy Birthday, Mom, and Thank You!