Nose Warmers and Toilet Paper Cozys

I just finished reading a pretty good book, The Friday Night Knitting Club by Kate Jacobs. The main character starts her own business in NY knitting garments on commission and eventually opens a yarn and knitting shop. As a young girl she is taught to knit by her Grandmother in Scotland.

This is how I remember my Grandma

It reminded me of my Grandmother. German, not Scottish...Milwaukee, not Scotland...crochet, not knitting. I remember asking her to teach me. She tried, but I was too young and then it just never occurred to us to try it again. I regret that.

I also regret that I never kept one of the nose warmers she made. If you think the concept is ridiculous, that's nothing compared to what it actually looked like. And yet, there's many a time sitting in my extremely cold office, working on my computer, by myself, that I secretly wish I had one of those again.

Not my kid. Not my Grandma's nose warmer.
But you get the general idea.

What I do still have is one of her toilet paper cozys. If you thought the nose warmer was unnecessary........

My toilet. My Grandma's cozy.
You get the general idea.

And yet, I love it. It reminds me of her and the stuffed animals she used to make for us. She'd stuff them with old pantyhose that had runs. (A time when recycling was about saving money, not the environment.)

So I'm inspired. I want to learn how knit. Or crochet. Or both.