Leg warmers

This morning I got a package in the mail from my parents. It included some plumbing tape (thanks Dad) and a pair of maroon leg warmers that my Mum made for me.

My Mum’s been a knitter ever since I can remember. Her mother (my Grandma) is a knitter too, but is perhaps better known for her crocheting. She crochets blankets, doilies, fold-up string shopping bags, pretty edges for hankies and face washers… you name it. Mum picked up the crochet needles recently. She’s made me a blanket — and she’s made blankets for several family friends.

She admitted that she was vaguely horrified when I asked her if she’d make me some leg warmers; she was thinking of the fashion disasters of the 80s. “But they’re occupation appropriate, Mum!” was my response.

I spend a lot of time in yoga tights, which aren’t really the warmest pants. But now, when I teach and when I practice, my legs will be toastie warm.

Thanks Mum. You’re wonderful.