My aunt with a blanket that was made for her by her aunt a long time ago, and a blanket made by me not, so long ago.
This blanket was created during the year my mother and I sat watching and waiting as my father slipped away into 'dementia-land'. I knotted reclaimed wool into rich colour sequences as my mother knitted. Sometimes my father held the ball of wool as we worked. A true labour of love and an heirloom to be.
This is one of my earliest blankets; I made it for a great friend of mine.