Here is the memory board we did for Mom. I think it captured her life through the years.
This has been a long week but we have been taking it one day at a time. My sister and I have been inseparable since last Friday and I think we are both working through the grief and trying to celebrate the wonderful woman that was our Mother.
Everything happened so quickly, but that means she didn't suffer and that is a blessing.
We found a sweater in her drawer that was huge and I fell in love with the yarn. It was six strands of different colors all knitted together and I thought I could reclaim the yarn.
This is me and my sis trying to figure out how in the heck they put this vest together. Not pictured is my awesome hubby who helped us. It took us SIX hours to reclaim this vest. Once we started we couldn't stop and it was 1 am when we finally were rewarded with many, many balls of yarn.
So moral of the story is that a vest made of intarsia is probably not worth reclaiming no matter how awesome the colors are. :)
It was my beloved Mom who taught me how to knit so many years ago. Forgive me if I've already told you this. She had me knit a scarf out of ugly orange yarn for the homeless. I hated my stitches and ripped it out over and over. But, I finished that scarf and there was pride in that act.
Little did I know that a year later when I passed some yarn I would want to knit again. The creative seeds that had been planted were growing and shaping my destiny without me even being aware. I started thinking about making another scarf and the next one I made was black and simple but the yarn was yummy and I didn't rip as much.
Each time I went back to knitting it became more and more enjoyable until I wanted to try something new and that was the purl stitch. After that, the world of knitting opened up to me like a flower blooming in the springtime.
So thank you, Mom, for giving me something that has seen me through the hard times and helped me to cherish the good times. Thank you for teaching me something that reaches down into my roots and connects me with my ancestors every time I make a stitch. Thank you for giving me something that lets me honor you with each project and every smile that a new yarn brings as I start something or get a new idea. I love you...now and forever.
My sister and I want to thank all of you for your love and support over the last week. We are blessed by our cyber family and we send hugs to all of you!
Happy Crafting,
Ruinwen
:)
So moral of the story is that a vest made of intarsia is probably not worth reclaiming no matter how awesome the colors are. :)
It was my beloved Mom who taught me how to knit so many years ago. Forgive me if I've already told you this. She had me knit a scarf out of ugly orange yarn for the homeless. I hated my stitches and ripped it out over and over. But, I finished that scarf and there was pride in that act.
Little did I know that a year later when I passed some yarn I would want to knit again. The creative seeds that had been planted were growing and shaping my destiny without me even being aware. I started thinking about making another scarf and the next one I made was black and simple but the yarn was yummy and I didn't rip as much.
Each time I went back to knitting it became more and more enjoyable until I wanted to try something new and that was the purl stitch. After that, the world of knitting opened up to me like a flower blooming in the springtime.
So thank you, Mom, for giving me something that has seen me through the hard times and helped me to cherish the good times. Thank you for teaching me something that reaches down into my roots and connects me with my ancestors every time I make a stitch. Thank you for giving me something that lets me honor you with each project and every smile that a new yarn brings as I start something or get a new idea. I love you...now and forever.
My sister and I want to thank all of you for your love and support over the last week. We are blessed by our cyber family and we send hugs to all of you!
Happy Crafting,
Ruinwen
:)
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