Homage to knitting/ Love from knitting/ Gift that brought tears/ Gifts that hold love and memories скачать в хорошем качестве

Homage to knitting/ Love from knitting/ Gift that brought tears/ Gifts that hold love and memories

Something a bit different this time… an homage to knitting. This is in praise of the loving nature of knitting. I’m downsizing now. The goal is simple. At one point I thought I’d make a killing selling off valuables and collections accumulated over 75 years. But that’s not even a consideration now. Finding a good home is my goal. Doing my best to pass things on to people who I know will value and love my treasures as I have. I’ll never part with one. A lovely green sweater, My wife, Mim, gone now for 7 years, was an extraordinary knitter. By any measure…quality, complexity, originality, and sheer numbers. I still have 14 hand-knitted beauties in my closet and I’m sure there are at least 50 take-me-homes and baptismal gowns carefully stored away by young mothers who were part of our lives at some point. I know of three situations where the take-me-home has been passed down by the baby who first received it to her children. It’s just a matter of time before it will go to the next generation. Mim learned to knit from a volunteer while in the hospital after our daughter’s birth. Her teacher was an elderly woman who insisted that a reluctant Mim give it a try. It became a lifelong passion. She was very good. Some years back we took five of her knitting projects, each in a different judging category, to the Medina County Fair. She came home with five first-place winners. She never entered again. Knitting at Mim’s level is extremely difficult. The patterns are complex and require patience, careful counting, and mastery of strange symbols. She claimed to be a Luddite, incapable of using a computer. From my perspective, the precision and complex nature of the knitting patterns far exceeded the challenge of exchanging emails or shopping online…more akin to a space launch. Knitting was perfect for Mim who was uncomfortable if she wasn’t doing at least two things at the same time. I don’t think she ever watched television without knitting. And she never, ever, not even once, failed to complete a knitting project. When I was in college, knitting argyle sox for boyfriends was a fad for a short while, but I never knew any guy that had two sox and one guy that got dumped because he wasn’t worth the agony of knitting another sock. I was reminded of Mim and her knitting last week as I selected a sweater for a walk with my little dog, Winnie. I chose my oldest. A beautiful green sweater that was half of a pair that she had knitted for my daughter and me. I looked at it lovingly, feeling the wool. As I pulled it over my head I thought… This is Mim! Every inch of this yarn was touched and held by her. And now I’m enfolded in it… It’s a hug. A warm, loving embrace from the past. Winnie looked up at me with her eyes saying, “Well, are we going or not?” I knelt. Patted her on the head, pulled out my handkerchief and said “Give me a minute, Winnie. Just a minute.”