Recently I received a beautifully wrapped package from a friend that I've drifted out of close contact with. This was inside:
I thought it was a pretty terrible colour combo. It's also too short, and too wide. But it was hand made with love. I might be able to find an opportunity to wear it. Or give it to one of the kids or something.
Then I read the note.
"My darling Mariah,
I have treasured this for almost a decade because of the love with which you made it and the happy memories it stirs. How I wish we could go back... when we were all closer than anything and could hang out all the time. Time moves on, people move on, but I will never be done loving you... In the larger picture it is perhaps more appropriate you keep this, your first knitting project. I wish I could express how happy it always made me, how precisely I remember moments surrounding it. We must keep in touch better!..."
Turns out I chose these colours. And the width, and length of the scarf. My friend Sarai who taught me to knit when we were in our early teens kept this horrible piece for near a decade! And now has returned it to me. I was touched.
Maybe I'll wear it. Maybe I'll still just give it to one of the kids. But it sure is a nice gesture. And I feel all warm inside thinking back to the origins and journey of this scarf.
I must remember to Facebook her and thank her!