What would Elizabeth Zimmerman do?
I like to keep it simple, rub the gold leaf off my knitting.
Sew and slice where needed not crying over dropped stitches,to be like her.
She adopted the midwest, no nonsense make do attitude, my mother’s milk.
My slow sloppiness, allergy to gauge swatching would make her shudder.
But babies felt tops of sweaters drag sleeves through yams and older children throw hats under bushes at the playground.
One grain of salt in the eye, the other over the shoulder.