Snaggly STITCHES

Could Heather finally put all the tears, worry and fear behind her?

Heather was waiting on a call from her daughter, Lily. She stared at her knitting.

Perhaps just one row?

Trouble was, things always went wrong when she was interrupted.

Halfway through, her phone rang and Lily’s beautiful face filled the screen. Heather laid her knitting down and picked up her phone.

‘Hello love, what’s up?’

‘I’m coming home tomorrow, Mum,’ Lily said, and Heather’s heart sank a little as she wondered what had happened this time…

Heather had to concentrate on every tiny stitch for it had been years since she’d properly knitted anything.

The idea was that it would be relaxing.

Lily was one reason Heather had taken to knitting. She and her husband, Mick, constantly worried about their daughter.

‘You could try meditation,’ her friend Moira suggested. ‘But at least with knitting you end up with something you’ve created. You soon get into a rhythm,’ she added.

Heather began with a scarf. She’d originally been taught to knit by Great-aunt Agnes, who picked up and put down yarn with abandon.

Aunt Agnes had learnt knitting when it was a necessity. When you dressed your children in knitted swimming costumes. Which were, in turn, made from unravelled jumpers.