When I'm teaching sock knitting, I often tell a story about my grandmother, the Hilda after whom this blog is named.
Hilda was an expert knitter, all through her life. She told me a story once -- a story I didn't really appreciate at the time -- that when she was a girl she'd earn a penny by turning the heel of a sock for less-skilled knitters.
I finished up a two-part sock class today, and as he was leaving R. apologetically pressed a coin into my hand.
He couldn't find an English coin, he said, so this would have to do.
A Sacagawea dollar coin.
R. -- thank you. You're a terrific knitter, and a gentleman, and I will keep the coin in my knitting kit with me always. (It's there, in the tin with the safety pins and stitch markers.)
Hilda would be smiling, I'm quite sure.