If you’d visited the homestead last week, you might be excused for believing that we practiced totemic or fetishistic magic. We appeared to be calling mushrooms.
Last Christmas, Aly knitted me a mushroom. She thought it was a silly, incidental gift, but it became a sort of talisman for me, something I enjoy carrying with me daily. It’s pretty, it represents something I like, and it reminds me of my sweet daughter. I’ve even thought of pinning it to my sportcoat as a boutonniere, should I ever dress up for anything someday.
It also gave me ideas. I suggested she knit a moss green cap and festoon it with knitted mushrooms. I also saw the possibility of making mushroom-shaped beanbags. Now that Aly’s home for a summer visit, and has a few moments now and then to knit, she’s trying a few bean bag mushrooms.
A few of Aly’s knitted mushrooms (Photo: Mark Zeiger).
