Mrs. Plum’s Potholder

Mrs. Plum relaxes while knitting a purple pot holder.

Mrs. Plum loved to knit. One day she said, “I think I’ll make a pretty purple potholder.” Click-clack, click-clack went the sound of her knitting needles. Ah, this is so relaxing, she thought to herself.

Time passed quickly. Mrs. Plum stopped to look at her work.

“Oh, dear!” she said. “This is too wide for a potholder! What should I do? I know! I’ll make a bib for my granddaughter, Lizzie.” Click-clack, click-clack went her knitting needles. Mrs. Plum sang while she worked.

Mrs. Plum daydreamed while she knitted a blanket for her grandson.

The time passed. Mrs. Plum stopped to look at her work. “Oh, dear!” she said. “This is too long for a bib. What should I do? I know! I’ll make a blanket for my grandson, Tom.” Click-clack, click-clack went her knitting needles. Mrs. Plum daydreamed while she worked.

Hours passed. Mrs. Plum stopped to look at her work. “Oh, dear!” she said. “This is too big for a blanket. What should I do? I know! I’ll shrink it in the washing machine!”

Mrs. Plum washed her knitting in hot water. Then she stuffed it in the hot dryer and went to bake some muffins and read a book. Later, when Mrs. Plum removed her knitting from the dryer, she gasped. “My goodness! This is too small for a blanket! It is even too small for a bib! But it will make a pretty purple potholder!”

Mrs. Plum's knitting shrank in the dryer.