Gratitude for hand knits

I'm so grateful that I learned hand crafts and gained a love for them from both grandmothers. As a tweener I LOVED doing crewel work (sorta like embroidery but with heavier yarn). I remember the day I learned to make knots with yarn and needles. It was in 1968, when I hit the first decade of my life. Mom had to have surgery and the woman that was hired to care for us taught me in our strong brick home at Starr Road in Newark, Delaware where I spent my youth traipsing through the woods as a carefree child.

This scarf is a far cry from that first scarf every child makes their dad! That scarf was full of holes but every stitch was made with love. Today isn't much different. If you look too closely you will find multiple mistakes; an over when it should be an under, a twist to the left instead of the right. No holes. But lots of love!

What gratitude to use our very own farm yarn and goldenrod from the property to dye! 

Love Love Love the cables from Brooklyn Tweed! They do however take a toll on my fingers. I feel like a 90 yr old arthritic woman knitting cables. I may of knit some of my last, only because they're so hard on my hands....and as I approach 60 my finger joints hurt more and more.

 I guess it's the curse of the aged. I do hope to leave this earth spent out and used up! Even if my fingers are crooked and bent.

I'm joining Ginny for her Yarn Along today (sorry she's not up as early as I am...I will try later to join the hop).......I always find other cute patterns and stories to go with them......and sometimes stories of Sisters of the Needles who's lives are being torn apart from sickness, death and dying. Too weak to pick up those sticks and make knots. Too spent. Too used up. This morning my heart remembers All is Grace; Alisa who is battling cancer. May she find peace and rest in the arms of The Great Shepherd. 

XOXO