Two things I’ve really noticed during this strange time, when so many of us are physically isolated and needing support, is the importance of community – including on-line communities – and the kind acts of strangers. Both of these things are evident in this very short post, called Totally knit-worthy from June 2014.
In it, Emma tells me of an encounter with a stranger who comments on the hand-knitted skirt she is wearing. I dare you to read it and not think “Wow, I love knitters!”
This morning I woke up to the following email from my daughter Emma:
Some woman just stopped me on campus saying how much she loved my skirt. She said it looked familiar and did I make it myself? So when I said you had made it and it was the Carnaby Skirt she got very excited and we had a five minute or so conversation about the yarn, pattern, and its wearability 🙂 your stuff is loved even when its a few years old and pilling like crazy! She even complimented the buttons and how clever the inside ribbon and hook and eye were 🙂
Emma is so totally knit-worthy! How wonderful to knit for someone who not only wears the knits (everywhere, all the time) but also has such pride and enthusiasm for them. (I’ve blogged about the Carnaby skirt here; go have a look to see photos and details.)
With a big smile on my face, I opened up Ravelry to see that someone had commented on my Carnaby skirt. Here is what she said:
I had the great pleasure of seeing the original today on campus! It’s a flattering pattern and so beautifully knit that I couldn’t resist hollering “great skirt!” at your daughter. She was kind enough to stop and tell me the pattern name and she even showed me the pretty waist band you put in. It looks as new today as it does in the photos you’ve uploaded – it’s clearly been much loved and cared for!
Wow! I love knitters! How cool to get such a lovely note from someone I don’t know, half a world away. (And I love Ravelry, which allows us knitters to
enable each other share in this manner.) This has been a double dose of knitting happiness before I’ve even had my first sip of coffee.