to me, an old knitted sweater has a multitude of meanings.
it reminds me of the woman who knit it, her life,
and the lives of her family and community.
Jean Moss, English designer
this is a bit of free form knitting that i started very late last night after a day spent with my mother. three and a half hours on the road. traffic jammed up going north. made for a long difficult day. so a small box of fiber scraps. like life. some silk. wool. mohair. and a few mysteries. some unknowns. all left-overs from other projects and a fine way to unfrazzle frayed nerves. relax. ahhhhhhh.
i am making weekly trips to see my mother who seems is suddenly old. suddenly frail. always smiling when I arrive. these days are restorative for her. as for me. but differently. our days together enlarge her world which has become so much smaller through loss of vision and illness. these days re-focus my world.
yesterday we were joined by kathy (my SIL), her daughter kim and evie the youngest and newest family member at just 7 months. my mother remarked that she had her oldest child (me) and her young great grandchild both visiting on the same day.
Knitting is a distinct virtue.
It's reflective and repetitive.
Whenever you are engaged
in doing a purely repetitive thing,
your mind can reflect upon life.
Archbiship of Canterbury
1945 - 1961