Right after I finished that beaded scarf in March, I cast on a beaded hat, using a modified sock pattern and much prettier beads than I’d used the first time. (You can click on most pictures to see them bigger.)
That finished in only a few days, and then I cast on a scarf.
I was barely a third of the way through it when a woman, watching me knit, said, “But winter’s almost over.” I replied, “There will be another one.” (Who says I can’t predict the future?)
Kiddo#4 arrived before I could finish, and I set it aside. For, seemingly, ever. I was tired of the pattern, tired of not making progress. Just plain tired.
About a month ago, I had a blow-up with a friend and after we resolved that, I said I’d make a scarf and donate it as an I’m-sorry.
After that was done, I whipped up a pair of socks for Kiddo#3, and then I ended up with that scarf-for-me which stalled out because I can’t knit for myself.
I returned to the white beaded scarf, and after much persistence, I’m proud that it’s done.
The scarf is absolutely beautiful, and as I knit, I prayed for all sorts of outrageous blessings for the person who receives it. I’ll never know how much of that God grants or how much of that makes God roll His eyes. Regardless, it’s done and ready for donation when the Angelborough Food Pantry is open for business.
I had more of the scarf-for-me yarn, and Ivy had told me it would make a good hat, so I zipped over to the local yarn store today for dpns, bringing the pathetic scarf-for-me. And when I was there, two expert knitters said, “This is a beautiful scarf!”
Really? I thought it was too ugly to donate.
Nonsense, they told me. Someone would love to have that.
I said what Ivy had, that it would be too itchy. More nonsense, they said. Some people would find it itchy, but many would not. If I wanted to donate it, I should be proud to do so.
When I went back to my car, my head was spinning. I wanted to finish that scarf — I longed to finish it. I could give it away! Someone could use it!
I have no idea why that changed everything, and yet, I went right home and resumed knitting on it.
And I’m eager to get that hat cast on as well. God’s going to get tired of me asking for outrageous blessings for strangers, but you know what? He’s God. He’ll deal with it. And maybe someone down on her luck will end up, feeling humiliated, at a food pantry to feed her family, and touch one of those scarves and think, “God loves me. There is good in the world after all.”