tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post5067996413955476012..comments2024-03-26T08:41:43.172-04:00Comments on A Breath of Fresh Air: Chunky for Winter . . . . . . . . . . Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11915239653283205065noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-17899849097640747202016-11-29T17:05:53.501-05:002016-11-29T17:05:53.501-05:00Yes, go chunky all the way, my dear Mary! :)
Your...Yes, go chunky all the way, my dear Mary! :)<br /><br />Your childhood really does sound ideal. Dreamy. So glad for you. <br /><br />You know, I remember schools even in the 80's that did not have heat! Crazy. And yes, I had a jumper as part of the school uniform but it really was not warm enough so I wore my school blazer around all the time, even at home! We could see our breath in our home. Same thing with my sister's current place, actually. haha. Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17712046924863763290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-89582024705115631172016-11-06T22:42:54.931-05:002016-11-06T22:42:54.931-05:00You help me know what to be looking for in fashion...You help me know what to be looking for in fashion. I love it. Love chunky sweaters too. Have fun if you pick up the knitting needles. I never ended up grasping knitting, as each time I started to learn I knit too tight and got little tiny things.Marilyn Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13115440271615593122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-20496215245278629932016-11-05T10:06:58.099-04:002016-11-05T10:06:58.099-04:00Hi Mary, yes I remember back in the day the itchy ...Hi Mary, yes I remember back in the day the itchy jumper knitted by Grandma that was a thing to be avoided at all costs :) Now, I am sitting here reading your post and commenting with an oversized jumper on and loving the warmth and relaxation it gives me. All warm and cozy. Have a wonderful weekend my lovely xxsweetbriardreamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03036932595395191529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-44123785358713911592016-11-05T04:48:54.842-04:002016-11-05T04:48:54.842-04:00I can only knit in straight lines, having never ma...I can only knit in straight lines, having never mastered turning a corner, so I knit blankets, which are lovely on a chilly evening when I'm too mean to turn on the heating. BacktoBodrumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07627125508442009313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-73413722764214870112016-11-04T13:02:41.183-04:002016-11-04T13:02:41.183-04:00I, too, enjoyed your reminiscing here, Mary! My m...I, too, enjoyed your reminiscing here, Mary! My mother was a knitter, and she also crocheted...but I don't. The great thing about this time of year is snuggling with my cat, sipping a hot chocolate in the evening while doing crossword puzzles and watching TV. I love the Polar wear sweaters, as I cannot wear wool, it makes me itch. Thank you so much for sharing and for bringing back some wonderful childhood memories.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12692170857496442623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-61640075886242667392016-11-04T12:24:45.577-04:002016-11-04T12:24:45.577-04:00Oh Mary, I love those sweaters. I looked once for...Oh Mary, I love those sweaters. I looked once for chunky yarns and they were very expensive. But, oh how beautiful would those sweaters be. I taught myself to knit, but it has been so long, I've forgotten how.donna bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13507579686738843451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-231940606207569522016-11-04T10:35:09.736-04:002016-11-04T10:35:09.736-04:00Those sweaters are lovely. I only know basic knit...Those sweaters are lovely. I only know basic knitting and have not knit for years. I grew up in Michigan and it was COLD in the winter. At home we had an oil furnace and a fireplace. I can remember in the middle of the night sometimes we would run out of oil. Our parents would wake us up, bring us downstairs by the fireplace and we would sleep in sleeping bags on the floor in front of the fire until the oil could be filled the next day. Miss your visits, Mary. You have missed some exciting news of mine. Hope to see you at my blog soon. Maybe you are not getting the emails again?Penny from Enjoying The Simple Thingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01480355122441712250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-25305140487777782272016-11-04T10:08:34.656-04:002016-11-04T10:08:34.656-04:00I enjoyed your reminiscing in this post Mary. How...I enjoyed your reminiscing in this post Mary. How times have changed! I'm not a knitter but my older sister knitted a lot of sweaters for me over the years and probably hundreds for others. I like a nice cozy sweater and turtle necks to keep me warm when I go out to town or visiting, but only wear sweatshirts around the house. Our schools had central heating but it was cold so we wore sweaters and cardigans with our dresses and blouses. And we didn't wear uniforms so could wear whatever we wanted. I remember we couldn't wear pants to school until I was into my teen years of high school when we were allowed to wear pants, but not jeans. How times have changed. Of course I am most comfortable in a pair of jeans every single day! Have a lovely weekend. xx PamPamela Gordonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18071092617682650349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-90963211466465354122016-11-04T09:16:13.905-04:002016-11-04T09:16:13.905-04:00Dear Nary, Just the other day I was thinking of ho...Dear Nary, Just the other day I was thinking of how good knitting needles feel in ones hands. I used to knit a lot, even gave a fashion show at the Hilton Hotel of my knitted and crocheted bikinis and evening wear. <br />I was taught by a spinster school teacher who insisted that we not put knots into socks because it would irritate the soldiers marching. No one was marching anymore, thank goodness, the war was over. Ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03429484235583035595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-26714377356968960492016-11-04T07:45:03.791-04:002016-11-04T07:45:03.791-04:00Oh yes B, I recall them being called woollies too!...Oh yes B, I recall them being called woollies too! Of course we really only had pure wool to knit with in those days, no manmade yarns. I remember how the wet jumpers smelled hanging up to dry after mum hand washed them and put them through the wringer -<br />they took days when the weather was bad and we couldn't hang them outside. Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11915239653283205065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-58949479980124818082016-11-04T07:41:10.985-04:002016-11-04T07:41:10.985-04:00Thanks Jackie. We do have great memories don't...Thanks Jackie. We do have great memories don't we. For me, England in the fifties was a magical place to be a child - and much of it was thanks to our loving, hard working parents following the war years. We had little in the way of material things but a whole lot of everything else required for a wonderful life!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11915239653283205065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-44250113243526540242016-11-04T07:36:53.927-04:002016-11-04T07:36:53.927-04:00Gosh Rosemary, I too recall how cold it was IN the...Gosh Rosemary, I too recall how cold it was IN the house on those freezing mornings! We had a regular fireplace in the sitting room, burning it in the evenings, and just a tiny electric fire which we used in the kitchen - holding undies in front of it to warm up before putting on!!!<br />Yes, the inside of the bedroom windows were ice covered and so pretty - they faced north toward Dartmoor and I could just see the highest points such as Haytor. We had those heavy Australian wool blankets, in fact so heavy it was hard to turn over! It was miserably cold some mornings, but we survived, haha!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11915239653283205065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-88694887793835967342016-11-04T07:03:21.616-04:002016-11-04T07:03:21.616-04:00Grandma used to say..'Put another woolly on if...Grandma used to say..'Put another woolly on if you are cold!' My infant school had a big stove and I remember the warmth from it as we went in.Elizabethdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02405703727112759947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-20977872633435221622016-11-04T06:57:59.557-04:002016-11-04T06:57:59.557-04:00You have just taken me back to my infant schoolday...You have just taken me back to my infant schooldays Mary ..... I have photographs of mr in my handknitted cardigan and my shirt collar was always skew whiff !!!!! Your blog layout looks AMAZING ! XXXXJacqueline @ HOMEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06154045482594773377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310317081887553860.post-44953457810786023802016-11-04T04:15:28.609-04:002016-11-04T04:15:28.609-04:00I haven't knitted for years, but you have whet...I haven't knitted for years, but you have whetted my appetite Mary - a bit of knitting during the winter months could be fun, and chunky even better.<br />Love your childhood memories - I recall the wonderful window frost patterns - flowers, and leaves - a magical world etched all over the bedroom windows - it must have been freezing in the room to do that, but I was cosy under my blankets and quilt.Rosemaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03814070177137076757noreply@blogger.com