Or mittens, or a hat, or a throw.
When you receive a hand knit item — or any hand made item for that matter — you’re not just receiving a cozy hat or a loaf of banana bread. You are receiving the time, memories and emotions of the person who made it.
I’m a knitter and a finished piece is a diary of the time I was knitting it. I knit the scarf above for my cousin. I advised her on the pattern; she chose the color, ballet pink. I knitted it whilst I was recovering from hip replacement surgery. I would collapse on the couch after my physical therapy sessions and knit, cheering my body on to heal.
I’m knitting a scarf right now for DD’s boyfriend. He will receive the scarf knit by his perhaps future mother in law and will, of course, like it. What he will not know is that I chose the yarn whilst I was on vacation, visiting Bainbridge Island off the coast of Washington State. There was a ferry ride involved and an Ethiopian dinner. I started knitting it whilst I was sitting in a hospital ER in Chicago. And now I’m completing it as I plan my move from a house I built and have lived in for ten years. I count stitches and rows and think about my unclear future which could lead me: anywhere.
He will enjoy it and wear it, but only I know exactly what he’s wearing: a meditation on change, fear and hope. And lots of love.
So please enjoy your handmade gifts and know they’re so much more than the amazing item itself. What gifts have you received that tell a story? Do you paint, bake or do a craft? What stories do your gifts tell?
All is calm and bright around here as December rolls on and people are engaged in Christmas parties and nonstop shopping.