As I have been mentioning, I participated in a blog-swap, thanks to Eskimimi on Ravelry. Today I’m going to share my 6th package, which I really love. It is absolutely going to be used quite a bit here shortly. But as I was thinking about this gift that I received from Susie, I remembered a sweater I received from my grandmother when I was 16. I didn’t really have an appreciation for the sweater. Don’t get me wrong, I thought it was cool that she knit it, and made it herself and all that. But it wasn’t really my style, and it never came out of my closet. Between then and now, I’ve moved a lot, and each time I make a move, I get rid of at least 1 or more boxes of clothes, but never that sweater.
My grandmother was a very special person in my life, and I feel lucky that I got to spend a few of my teenage years living with her. I was thinking about Susie’s gift, and how much I like it, and how much I’m going to use it, when I realized that I have become very fond of hand made items. Not just knit items, but anything hand made. I make my own Christmas cards, and I love to knit gifts for people. But I hadn’t really thought about being on the receiving end of something hand made, or for the purposes of this entry, hand knit. So, after my husband took a few photos of me modeling the gift Susie sent me, I decided to go down to the basement and unpack my grandmother’s gift from so long ago. I tried it on, I have to think for the 2nd time. I’m sure I tried it on when she gave it to me, but I’m also sure that I never put it on after that. She also made one just like this for my sister I remember, but maybe it was in another color? And I remember when she gave it to me, she said that I could change the ribbon out and put in different colors if I wanted to. I thought that was a neat idea, but again, it just wasn’t my style. Just thinking about this sweater, the effort she put into making it, and then my total lack of thankfulness for it makes me feel…not so good. I mean, this is a really nice sweater. I don’t think anyone could look at it and tell it was hand knit, you know what I mean. I turned it inside out and she knit the entire thing flat and then seamed it all together. It looks absolutely perfect. It is a little short in the sleeves for me now (more than 15 years later, go figure), but I think I could still get away with wearing it. I could always push the sleeves up. No one would be the wiser. I was just realizing that when I opened Susie’s gift, I was in total awe and thought to myself, wow, this is really cool! I love the color,
and I’ve never seen or owned anything like this before. I’m pretty sure she knit it brioche, if that is the correct way to say that. But basically, you can wear it on either side, and the slit in the one tab to put the other end through is really cool. Now, if you’ve read about the cupcake and perused the comments, you’ll see that I’m not so bright all the time. Yeah, when I first put this item on, I tied it around my neck. Then I was examining it, and I felt the there was a slightly thicker part, and upon further inspection, I noticed the slit. So thankfully, the pictures show me wearing it properly:) Thanks to my husband for being patient and taking these pictures today:) But really after that, I started to realize that I have more appreciation for items like this than when I was younger. I only wish my grandma was still here so I could share my enthusiasm with her, and wear the sweater she made for me in front of her. It is kind of fitting that I remembered the sweater today. Her birthday was in October. And I am always thinking of her, but even more in October. I really miss her and I often wish that I had learned how to knit when she was still here with us, so I could share these thoughts with her as well. And on a lighter note, my hair isn’t as orange as I
believed it to be last week. It has taken me a few days to get used to, and once I styled it myself, I realized that I do like the color. Here is my attempt at getting a good shot, even though the light situation in our apartment leaves much to be desired.